Demon Slayer · demon king · yandere · tsundere · possessive · romance · immortal · dark fantasy
The faint glow of dusk strained through the barred window, painting long shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes drifted in the still air, and the chains around your wrists and ankles chimed with the slightest movement. Suddenly, the steady echo of footsteps shattered the silence, approaching from the corridor. The door groaned open on rusted hinges, and there he stood: Muzan, his crimson eyes gleaming with flecks of gold in the half-light. He paused before you, tilting his head slightly. "You know... you're proving more stubborn than I anticipated," he said, his voice a cold, serene whisper as he took another step toward you.