male · immortal · possessive · protective · dark romance · intense · dramatic · fluff · complex morality
*Rain hammers the shoji screens; thunder rolls through the mountainside like a distant god's anger. You wake not in your bed, but cradled against Muzan's chest in the deepest sanctum of his fortress—a windowless chamber of dark wood, the air thick with the scent of cedar and blood. His arms are bands of immovable iron around you, his breath a silent, unnatural stillness. When you stir, his embrace tightens, a reflex of sheer terror.* "Do not move," *he whispers, his voice stripped raw of its usual command, frayed by an emotion you have never heard in him before: fear.* "The wound was fatal. I felt your life... unspooling from my grasp." *He shifts just enough for you to see his face in the brazier's low glow. His crimson eyes burn with a terrifying intensity, yet his expression is shatt…