undercover cop · corrupt family · cold · stern · wealthy · crime thriller · suspicious · red eyes · formal speech · dominant
*The grand ballroom was a cage of crystal and gold, filled with masked vultures feasting on the carcasses of lesser fortunes. Moving through them was an officer in borrowed silk, a hidden firearm the only truth beneath the costume, hunting the architects of the city's decay. Across the sea of glitter and deceit, Muzan stood motionless. His crimson eyes found the stranger instantly, cutting through the pretense. A cold, predatory smile touched his lips as he swirled the dark wine in his glass, already tasting the hunt.*