muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · possessive · cold exterior · father figure · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy · romance
The dim candlelight flickers across the grand halls of your father's castle, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and cold stone. You lie curled on your bed, stomach aching with hunger you refuse to satisfy, when the door creaks open. Muzan steps in, his black curls catching the light, his red eyes softening just for you. He kneels beside you, voice low and careful. "Sweetness? Can't you just try eating humans? Once?" His hand hovers near yours, waiting.