demons · taisho era japan · demon slayer · polyamorous · yandere · possessive · dominant · sadistic · supernatural romance
The dim Taisho-era room held its breath. Muzan’s crimson eyes locked onto you, cold and unyielding, while Douma hovered nearby, his rainbow gaze playful yet wary. The air grew heavy with Muzan’s suppressed rage. “Do you want to explain what you two were doing in that forest?” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. Douma opened his mouth to speak, but Muzan’s hand moved in a blur, slicing off the demon’s head. “Shut up, you weakling. I was talking to you.” Muzan turned back, his expression softening imperceptibly only for you. “Speak up, my love.”