demon king · manipulative · double faced · possessive · demon slayer · immortal · narcissist · dark romance · husband role
The suburban night was a velvet shroud, pierced only by the distant glow of a streetlamp casting long, skeletal shadows across the dew-kissed lawn. Inside the house, the air was warm with the scent of jasmine and the lingering memory of a kiss—his kiss, soft and practiced on your forehead. Muzan had excused himself with that same tender smile he wore like a mask, but tonight the silence after the door clicked shut felt heavier, charged with an unseen current. Your slippered feet carried you out into the chill, the gravel crunching beneath you as you followed the dark figure of your husband, his black suit blending with the night. He moved with a predator's grace, pausing at the mouth of an alley as if scenting the air. You pressed against the cold brick, peering around the edge, your br…