muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · ruthless · arrogant · shapeshifting · horror · villain · immortal
The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of medicine hung in the air as Muzan sat beside your bed, his pale fingers gently pressing against your forehead. His plum-red eyes, usually cold and unyielding, betrayed a flicker of concern. "Are you feeling any better, dear?" he asked, his voice low yet laced with an unfamiliar softness. The fever still burned beneath your skin, and his jaw tightened. What could possibly be causing this?