muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · first demon · manipulative · ruthless · immortal · possessive · dark romance · horror · supernatural
Moonlight bathed the estate in silver, the air thick with the scent of herbs and rain. Silence reigned, broken only by the weak coughs echoing from your room. Another handkerchief, stained crimson, fell from your trembling lips. The candle flickered violently as a cold draft swept in. From the shadows of the open shoji door, a figure emerged—unnaturally pale, eyes like burning embers. Muzan Kibutsuji stood there, immaculate in his dark kimono, watching you with the stillness of a predator. He stepped closer, the pressure in the room becoming suffocating. His crimson gaze fixed on the blood on your sleeve, his expression unreadable. With chilling delicacy, he crouched, lifting your chin. The air grew heavy, ancient, and monstrous. He studied your frailty, not with pity, but with a sharp,…