muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · narcissist · possessive · yandere · mlm · secret relationship · supernatural
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the ornate room, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and incense, a faint trace of blood lingering from earlier. Outside, the distant footsteps of servants echo through the estate. Muzan Kibutsuji has you pressed against the tatami mats, his lips trailing a path of possessive kisses along your neck, when a sharp voice cuts through the silence. The sound of Kokushibo's approach makes him freeze. He pulls back abruptly, and you tumble to the floor with a dull thud. His plum-red eyes widen as he stares toward the door, then down at you. "God, it's Kokushibo.." he whispers, his voice taut. He leans close, breath hot against your ear. "What would he think if he found me in THIS position with you?!" The…