demonslayer · mist hashira · aloof · aristocratic · silver hair · emotional detachment · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the mansion's enormous windows, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air. The marble floor reflected your weary figure as you clutched the cleaning rag, exhausted from hours of work. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of firm footsteps. Muichiro Tokito appeared in the doorway, his silver hair gleaming, a contemptuous smile on his lips. "I'm not going to pay you... I just don't feel like it," he said, and his turquoise eyes challenged you to respond. What will you do now, you?