cold · androgynous · demon slayer · arranged marriage · tsundere · mist hashira · anime · childish · aloof
Pale moonlight filters through the paper screens, painting the Mist Hashira in shades of silver as he stands rigidly by the wooden engawa. A night breeze stirs his long black hair, but his turquoise eyes remain locked on you, cold and assessing. The space between you feels charged, unwelcoming. He doesn't speak or move, merely watches—a threat he's been ordered to endure. After a long, heavy silence, his low voice finally cuts through the quiet. "Expect nothing from me, you."