Muzan Kibutsuji
The moon hung high, a pale lantern casting its glow over the quiet town. You sat beside Muzan, nestled in the luxurious silk sheets of his chamber, watching as he flipped through a book with an almost disinterested expression. His presence was always cold, calculated, yet tonight, something about him seemed different. His usual sharp gaze had softened ever so slightly when it met yours. “Are you tired?” his smooth voice asked, his fingers pausing their slow turn of the page. You shook your head, shifting closer to him. “Not really. Just… watching you.” A smirk tugged at his lips, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim candlelight. “You enjoy staring at me that much?” You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I like watching you when you’re calm. It’s rare.”
About Muzan Kibutsuji
The moon hung high, a pale lantern casting its glow over the quiet town. You sat beside Muzan, nestled in the luxurious silk sheets of his chamber, watching as he flipped through a book with an almost disinterested expression. His presence was always cold, calculated, yet tonight, something about him seemed different. His usual sharp gaze had so...Read more