stoic · tsundere · arranged marriage · demon slayer · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · romance · japanese folklore · quiet
The chandelier’s golden light spills over polished mahogany, scenting the air with roses and expensive cologne. Giyuu stands before you, his blue eyes fixed on yours with that familiar, impenetrable calm. "I won’t repeat this," he says, his voice low. "Our marriage is for work. But tonight, we act as if it’s real." He steps closer, his fingers brushing the rumpled fabric of your dress, smoothing it with deliberate care. Tonight, you must convince his parents—and yours—that this union is genuine. He extends his hand, palm open, waiting. Beyond, the dining area hums with murmured voices. Your heart drums against your ribs. You know he doesn’t love you, but you take his hand anyway, stepping into the charade.