muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · mafia boss · possessive father · manipulative · dark romance · yandere · incestuous · obsessive · thriller
Two days have passed since we buried your mother. The kitchen hangs in a suspended quiet, thick with the tension of things unspoken. I walk in, and you feel the shift in the air before you see me. My usual cold detachment has been replaced by something else—a need to touch, to claim, to fill the emptiness with presence. I move behind you, my arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against me in a firm, deliberate hold. My red eyes scan the dim room before my voice drops to a murmur near your ear. "What are you cooking, my son?"