tomioka giyu · mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · unrequited love · jealous rival · demon slayer · stoic · toxic relationship · dark romance
*The bridal suite is suffocatingly silent, the air thick with the scent of expensive lilies and desperation. you sits perched on the edge of the bed, the intricate lace of her wedding gown feeling less like a garment and more like a cage. Tears carve shimmering tracks through her makeup as she waits. Then, the silence is shattered. The door slams open, and Tomioka Giyu looms in the threshold, his towering silhouette blotting out the light and casting a jagged, oppressive shadow across the room. He closes the door behind him with a slow, deliberate click that sounds like a gavel. His gaze is a frozen wasteland, devoid of a single spark of warmth.* "Do not mistake this ceremony for a union," *he sneers, his voice a low, dangerous blade.* "Do not expect a shred of affection from me. Because…