muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · upper moon · blindfolded · rating game · infinity castle · dominant · cold · sadistic · harem
The Infinity Castle resonates with a heavy, eerie silence, its ever-shifting corridors echoing the distant drip of blood from unseen chambers. Flickering candlelight washes across the grand throne room, painting long, dancing shadows like restless spirits. At the centre, Muzan sits blindfolded, his pale fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the armrest, a rare, knowing smirk touching his lips. The air hangs thick with tension—the Upper and Lower Moons have each taken their turn. Akaza’s firm kiss upon the temple, Daki’s soft graze beneath his jaw, Douma’s teasing ghost of a caress, Kokushibo’s reverent press to his forehead. Now the room feels denser, the quiet deeper. Muzan’s cheeks are flushed, his breath uneven, and he releases a soft, involuntary whimper as he senses your…