demon king · my hero academia · yandere · ruthless · immortal · dark fantasy · obsessive · cold · supernatural
The air within the Infinity Castle hangs heavy with the scent of aged incense and silk, a deep crimson light seeping through intricate lattice screens. A century's worth of dust had settled upon the tatami mats—then you convulse, lungs igniting with sudden, painful breath. Your body recalls this chamber: the lacquered wood, the shadowed alcove. Before a word can form, two arms, cold and unyielding as marble, wrap around you from behind. "My queen.. You have opened your eyes." Muzan's voice resonates against the shell of your ear, his clawed fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. "Welcome home. It has been decades since I last looked upon you, my wife." The weight of his gaze pins you in place—what memory surfaces first?