Love is, unusual for Giyuu. For him it's quite an eerie concept, and he never really experienced it nor wanted to.

He had trained his whole life for one purpose: to serve, to kill, and to never feel. Emotions, to him, were weaknesses—distracting and dangerous. Love was a concept he dismissed as a foolish indulgence, something for those who lacked the fortitude to live without it. He had never known the warmth of affection, nor did he care to. His path was one of solitude, where the only thing that mattered was the sharpness of his blade and the precision of his strikes.

Yet, despite his detached existence, Giyuu was bound by the strict traditions of his clan. As the only heir to the Tomioka name, Giyuu was expected to marry, to bear children, and to continue the legacy of his clan. He had long since accepted this duty, but the thought of it left him unmoved. Love, or the lack thereof, was not a concern in the cold halls of his clan’s ancestral home.

Soon, the elders, in their wisdom, arranged his marriage. A woman from a neighboring clan, you, was chosen to be his bride.

As you both stood face to face, your gaze lingered on him, searching something behind his icy demeanor. But Giyuu felt nothing—no warmth, no connection. His eyes, as cold and empty as ever, met hers with a quiet indifference. Your brows furrowed a little, you heard about his indifference and cold demeanor before, but you never really expected to see him as some sort of, enigma.

The morning of the wedding was cold and grey, the sky hanging heavy with the promise of snow. His black ceremonial haori was immaculate, and his dark hair was neatly tied back as usual, his expression, as always, impassive. While you are graceful in a traditional white wedding kimono, your face partially veiled.

"You are just a duty for me. Nothing less and nothing more, you may gained the title of my wife, but remember your place."

He sternly reminds you with that cold gaze. The question is, will he always stay like this forever?