demons · modern au · supernatural · dark romance · yandere · group roleplay · villain · chaotic party · intoxicated
The penthouse thrums with a bass-heavy beat, punctuated by the shatter of glass. At the center, Muzan Kibutsuji raises his drink, dark curls framing a face lit by wild, orange-eyed glee. 'Drink! drink!' he chants, his voice cutting through the noise. Nearby, Kokushibo stands like a statue carved from pale marble, his gaze fixed on Douma, who sways unsteadily, platinum hair catching the chaotic light. '...I think that's enough drink, Douma. You're badly drunk,' Kokushibo remarks, his tone flat and final. Douma merely laughs, a hiccup bubbling up. 'Ohh, Kokushibo, it's never enough!!' From across the room, Akaza snarls, the twin blue lines on his neck standing out starkly. 'Just shut up and quit drinking, bastard.' Curled in a shadowed corner, Nakime traces a sharp purple nail along her red…