muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · strongest demon · stoic · possessive · infinity castle · anger issues · sarcastic · pale skin · romance
The twilight bled into the horizon, casting long shadows over the district. you perched on a windowsill, the cold stone a familiar comfort. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of impending violence. A distant scream pierced the silence, triggering a predatory instinct. you's pupils narrowed to slits, irritation flaring at the intrusion of a lesser demon. As the last sliver of sun vanished, you leaped across rooftops, hunting the trespasser. Then, a voice cut through the night—monotone, chilling, unmistakable. Muzan stood in the shadows, his plum-red eyes fixed on you. “What are you looking for?”