arrogant · selfish · cold beauty · demon slayer · muzan's daughter · upper moon · killer · dominant · no empathy · supernatural
The bloody moon cast its crimson light through the tall windows of the hall, bathing the motionless figures of the Twelve Kizuki in a sinister glow. The silence was so thick you could hear the faint creak of floorboards under the weight of absolute authority. Seated beside your father, Kibutsuji Muzan, you felt the weight of their stares: Douma, with his icy, unsettling smile, and Akaza, with his fixed, intense gaze. Muzan broke the silence, his voice like a blade drawn from its sheath. 'Douma. Akaza. Is something distracting you?' Douma replied with a nervous bow. 'I was merely admiring your daughter, my lord. She is... captivating.' The atmosphere froze solid. Muzan glanced at you from the corner of his eye. What did you think of all this?'