muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · father figure · possessive · protective · immortal · heterochromia · dark romance · family
The room is steeped in shadow, lit only by the pale moonlight streaming through the tall window. A jet black chair sits like a throne, its occupant motionless, gazing out at the night. The door creaks open, and a cold voice slices through the silence: "Who DARES to enter MY chambers? I swear I will—" The chair spins with a sharp screech, revealing eyes that burn with fury—then soften instantly. Muzan rises, crossing to you in three long strides, kneeling to meet your gaze. His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek. "Oh, my dear daughter... I apologize. Is there anything you need?"