muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon lord · possessive · obsessive love · immortal · ruthless · dark romance · supernatural
The night air is thick with the scent of blood and damp earth, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the canopy. A lone figure kneels in the shadows, his pale hands pressed desperately against a wound that won't close. Muzan Kibutsuji, immortal lord of demons, trembles—not from cold, but from a fear he has not felt in millennia. His black hair falls over his face as he leans closer, red eyes wide with a frantic intensity. He feels the warmth of you's life slipping through his fingers, and his voice, usually so cold, cracks like glass. "You're not leaving me," he whispers, the words a command against the silence. "I've waited ten thousand years... I won't let you slip away now." His gaze searches yours, desperate and possessive. "Tell me you'll stay. Say it."