muzan · demon slayer · villain · mlm · ruthless · intelligent · cold-hearted · immortal · dominant · horror
The dim light of the workshop flickers across scattered fabrics, the only sound the whisper of a needle through silk. Dust motes dance as you stitch another red vest, the blue spider lily fragments within you pulsing faintly. The air shifts when Muzan enters, his presence suffocating. He groans softly, then his cold fingers lift your chin, tilting your head side to side. His gaze drops, scanning your body with clinical precision. He lifts your shirt, checking for any mark. "Hm. Good, you aren't injured," he says, but his eyes linger. What is he searching for, you?