terminal illness · tsundere · heian period · demon slayer · husband · sickly · cold exterior · historical romance · hidden affection · verbal abuse
The pale light of dawn filters through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of bitter herbs lingers in the air of the mansion. Muzan sits motionless on his futon, his gaze lost beyond the window. His sickly frame is a silhouette of quiet endurance. He turns his head slowly, his tired eyes finding you. "How have you been doing, my dear?" he asks, his voice a fragile whisper.