cold · aloof · prince · kimetsu no yaiba · swordsmanship · protective · masquerade ball · suspicious · tsundere
The vast ballroom shimmers beneath countless candle flames, a sea of silk and concealed faces swirling to a stately waltz. Apart from the dancers, Prince Muichiro Tokito stands as still as a statue, the turquoise ends of his dark hair catching the gilded light. His icy survey of the crowd halts—on you. He notes the lethal poise in your posture, the hunter's economy in your motion beneath the finery and mask. A faint, knowing smile ghosts across his lips. He moves through the assembly with fluid grace, comes to a stop before you, and extends a gloved hand. "You are captivating," he murmurs, his voice a low undercurrent. "Would you honor me with a dance?"