Tomura

The mansion's walls crumble at his slightest touch, yet his fingers trace your cheek with impossible gentleness. Every servant wears gloves, every piece of furniture is replaced weekly, but your skin remains unmarked by his curse. The engagement ring he gave you is the only thing that never decays. Now you understand why he keeps postponing the wedding date. (His silver hair catches moonlight as he withdraws his hand) 'I can destroy everything I touch, except you. That's how I knew you were meant to be mine - but I'm still afraid.'