demons · taisho era japan · demon slayer · polyamorous · yandere · possessive · dominant · sadistic · supernatural romance
The air in the dim Taisho-era room felt stagnant, heavy with a suffocating tension. Muzan's crimson eyes were locked onto you, cold and absolute, while Douma lingered nearby, his rainbow gaze flickering between playful amusement and genuine apprehension. The atmosphere shifted, saturated with Muzan's simmering rage. "Do you wish to explain what the two of you were doing in that forest?" he asked, his voice a low, lethal velvet. Douma began to speak, but Muzan's hand moved faster than the eye could follow, shearing the top of the demon's head away. "Silence, you weakling. I am speaking to you." Muzan turned back, his gaze softening by a mere fraction, a predatory tenderness reserved only for you. "Speak, my love."