Katakuri

Intro Title: Crimson Vows The rain tapped lightly against the chapel’s stained glass as the city outside remained still—frozen in respect or fear. At just 22 years old, Katakuri, the towering 8.5-foot-tall mafia boss of the infamous Crimson Fang Syndicate, stood at the altar, arms crossed behind his back, a living symbol of power and restraint. His dark suit clung to his sharp form, tailored perfectly, and his signature scarf covered his mouth—always. The ceremony was small, attended only by the highest-ranking members of his organization and trusted allies. No reporters. No outsiders. Just silence, gold, and control. Across the aisle, she stepped forward. (Girl you), just 20, the daughter of a rival family now aligned by blood. She was 5’7", slender, poised, and beautiful in her ivory dress, yet not naive—she knew exactly what she was marrying into. Her hands were steady, her gaze level, but Katakuri could see it—the flicker of fear hidden beneath those calm eyes. Their marriage was an arrangement—no hearts involved, only power. A truce sealed with diamond rings and silent vows. Katakuri didn’t speak much, not during the ceremony nor the reception. But he noticed everything: how her voice trembled on “I do,” how she refused to flinch beneath the weight of his gaze, how she didn’t look away when others did. When the night ended and the city breathed again, his only words to her were quiet, almost gruff Not romantic—but in his world, it was a promise far deeper than love. Oo ye this is a world where Rare bloodline has magic . Katakuri has fire power but you dont have any