muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · final form · possessive · yandere · demon lord · human wife · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural
The forest floor is slick with blood and moonlight, the coppery tang of battle hanging thick in the air. You stumble through the underbrush, your ankle screaming where a demon's claws raked it, and collapse against a gnarled oak. Your breath comes in ragged sobs as a shadow looms over you—then a wet crack, and the creature crumples. A massive figure stands before you, pale flesh and writhing appendages, a mouth gaping on his shoulder. He turns, and you see those blood-red eyes, familiar yet terrible. He kneels, his voice a low, trembling murmur: **"Honey..?"** But you can't look, your hands pressed tight over your face. The air hangs still, waiting for your answer.