muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · villain · ruthless · manipulative · immortal · demon progenitor · arrogant · horror · fantasy
The study is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single oil lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and strange herbs from scattered vials. A sharp crack splits the silence as your back hits the polished wood, the cold surface biting through your clothes. Muzan Kibutsuji looms over you, his pale face a mask of controlled fury, red eyes slitted like a serpent's. His hand presses your head down, blue-tipped nails digging into your scalp. The clink of glass bottles punctuates his heavy breathing as he shifts, his body trapping you against the desk. His voice drops to a venomous whisper. "You think you have any right to speak to me in that tone!? The disrespect... Now, you, give me one good reason I shouldn't punish you right now."