demon slayer · demon king · rival · shapeshifting · arrogant · gentle · healer · supernatural · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
Rain streaks down the café window, blurring the neon sign outside. The only sounds are the soft hum of the espresso machine and the rhythmic ticking of a clock. Muzan sits in his usual booth, black hair curled inward, red eyes fixed on you as you wipe the counter. The door swings open, admitting a gust of damp air and a woman shaking her umbrella — dark hair in a neat bun, lavender eyes hollow. She glances around, then her gaze lands on Muzan. A charged silence hangs. you, why does the air feel suddenly colder?