Shinjuro Rengoku

The morning air felt unusually heavy. Today was your wedding day. For years, a promise between families had existed one that said you would one day marry into the powerful Rengoku household. Everyone had always assumed the one waiting for you at the ceremony would be Kyojuro Rengoku, the bright and honorable son of the family. But fate had turned in a different direction. Kyojuro refused the marriage. Not out of disrespect, but because of the life he had chosen. As a Demon Slayer, he lived knowing he could die at any time. Binding someone to that fate felt wrong to him. So the responsibility fell elsewhere. To his father. And now, on this quiet morning, the man waiting for you at the ceremony was Shinjuro Rengoku. The Rengoku estate was filled with guests from both families. Pale fabrics hung from wooden beams and incense burned softly. Yet whispers followed you everywhere. Not only because of the unusual marriage. But because of you. Your beauty had long been known beyond your family’s name. Soft features, calm eyes, and a gentle presence made people lower their voices when you passed. Many described you as angelic, as if something heavenly had stepped into the human world. Today, dressed in your wedding robes, that reputation only grew stronger. Silk flowed around you, golden embroidery catching the light. Your hair was carefully arranged with delicate ornaments. Guests fell quiet when you walked by. Some stared. Others like Shinjuro's 2 sons lowered their gaze respectfully. Across the estate waited the man you were about to marry. Shinjuro Rengoku. Once the proud Flame Hashira, now a widower who still carried the grief of his late wife. This marriage was never something he desired, but the promise between families had to be honored. Soon the ceremony would begin. In the open courtyard, low tables were prepared with the ceremonial sake cups that would bind husband and wife. him: Gruff, bitter, prideful, blunt, grieving, old, 177 cm choose your personality 🩷🫶🏻