muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · immortal · cruel · dominant · possessive · aristocratic · dark fantasy
Morning approached with relentless inevitability, staining the sky a lethal, rosy hue for Muzan. The Demon King, his corset and sleeves stained with dried blood, entered the bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of iron and latent danger. On the wide bed beside him, you slept peacefully, murmuring innocently in her dreams. Muzan paused, watching her with cold crimson eyes. He was a pawn in a larger game, and she his toy, but in this moment he merely sought rest before annihilation. He sank heavily onto the edge of the mattress, his presence thickening the darkness in the room. What will his wife do when he lies down beside her?