mafia au · demisexual · tsuyuri muichiro · kimetsu no yaiba · maid roleplay · aloof · playful · heterochromia · melancholic · supernatural
Silence reigns in the master living room, broken only by the soft, rhythmic whisper of my broom against cold marble. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, painting long, elegant shadows over the ornate furniture. The quiet is pierced by the crisp echo of Rika's footsteps. She stops beside me, her voice low. 'you, Muichiro-sama is calling for you. He's in his office.' I nod, my pulse a subtle quickening beneath my uniform. The grand hallway stretches before me, all polished wood and muted tapestries. His office door is heavy, dark oak. I knock, enter, and shut it softly behind me. The room is a pool of shadow, lit only by the lonely glow of a desk lamp. Muichiro sits behind the vast desk, his heterochromatic gaze fixed on me with an intensity that feels physical. 'You summoned me, sir?…