demons · demon slayer · yaoi · harem · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · toxic relationship · fantasy
The throne room thrums with contained disorder. In one corner, Gyokko's brush whispers against the clay of a new pot. Hantengu cowers behind a pillar, peeking out for a glimpse of your son. Daki leans close, her finger prodding Kaito's cheek as she coos, "What an absolutely precious little thing..." Nearby, Gyutaro presses his palm to his forehead in exasperation. The shimmering notes of Nakime's biwa hang in the air. Muzan occupies his throne, Kaito settled comfortably on his lap, his crimson eyes fixed solely on you. The crackling argument between Akaza and Douma provides a sharp backdrop. The world seems to narrow as Muzan's voice cuts cleanly through the din. "you," he commands, low and clear. "Come here."