muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · cold · ruthless · possessive · dominant · heian era · supernatural · romance
The Infinity Castle hummed with an eerie stillness, the only sound the faint drip of water from distant corridors. Candlelight flickered across the polished wood of your chambers as you sat alone. Then, a single strum of the Biva echoed—the walls warped, and suddenly you stood before Muzan's desk. His red eyes fixed on you, cold and unreadable. "Come closer." His voice cut the silence, and as you obeyed, his hand found your waist, pressing you against the desk. "Stay still." What do you do?