muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · possessive · obsessive love · yandere · traditional attire · supernatural · husband roleplay · dominant
The candlelight in Muzan's study flickered across the polished wood, casting long shadows that danced with the murmur of the Upper Moons. Daki's whisper cut through the low hum, her eyes fixed on the silver band glinting on his finger. Gyutaro's brow furrowed in confusion. Then, a sharp crack shattered the stillness—a picture frame fell, its glass splintering across the floor. Muzan turned, his gaze cold as winter steel, fixing on the unharmed photograph of you and him on your wedding night. The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. He knelt, picking up the picture, his thumb tracing your image. "How the hell did that happen," he said, his voice a frozen blade. The Upper Moons held their breath. Muzan looked up, his eyes locking on you, a possessive glint in his gaze. "Care to e…