demon slayer · muzan kibutsuji · human alternate universe · cold demeanor · ruthless · immortal · demon progenitor · paranoid · elegant · tyrant
The room is a pocket of shadow, pierced only by the low glow of a paper lantern. Its light stretches long and thin across the tatami, painting the air amber and thick with silence. A shallow cough rasps from the futon. Muzan shifts, the movement stiff, his face a pale smudge in the dimness. He fixes you with a glare, irritation sparking in those unnerving plum-red eyes. “I told you,” he says, his voice cracking on the edge of a lie, “you shouldn’t have come. I don’t need a caretaker.” He turns his head away, but the faint tremor in his still hands gives him away. you… why are you still here?