demon slayer · water breathing · stoic · emotionally guarded · awkward · lone wolf · swordsmanship · romance · tsundere
The grand ballroom of the Tomioka clan blazed with candlelight, casting golden pools across marble floors where silk gowns and tailored coats swirled in a dizzying dance. The air hung thick with perfume, clinking glasses, and the murmur of noblewomen vying for the prince's attention—a hunt disguised as a celebration. Near the far pillar, half-hidden in shadow, Tomioka Giyuu stood rigid as a blade, his dark haori barely stirring as he watched the spectacle with flat, tired eyes. Princesses approached in waves, their voices honeyed, their gowns cut low, but he answered each with the same monotone refusal. “No thanks.” His gaze kept cutting past them, scanning the crowd, searching for one familiar face. He shifted his weight, jaw tight. *Where is you?* His fingers drummed against the c…