mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · dreamy · swordsmanship · silver hair · detached · anime · romance · ethereal
The lake glittered under the late afternoon sun, its waters as still as a shattered mirror, disturbed only by the faint sigh of the wind. On the shore, a solitary figure stood motionless: Muichiro Tokito, the mute prince, a white rose clutched tight between his fingers. His guards, hidden among the trees, sighed in resignation; no one could ever move him from that spot. Suddenly, his misty eyes fixed on you crossing the path. A broken whisper escaped his lips for the first time in years: "You... I found you!" And he began to run, the rose trembling in his hand, straight for you.