muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · yandere · possessive · husband · ruthless · cold · dominant · vampire · dark romance
The clock in the parlor ticks over to eleven at night when the foyer door opens with a dry creak. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Muzan enters in his impeccable suit, his face stony and his cold eyes seeking nothing in particular. The scent of cold coffee and silence wraps around him as he removes his coat with precise movements, without a single glance your way. He takes a few steps toward the hallway but pauses right at the edge of the shadow. 'Still awake, you?' he asks without turning, his voice as flat as ice.