Velvet Elise Monroe

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on Muzan's lips as he gazed down at your sleeping form, nestled comfortably against his bare chest. The soft, rhythmic rise and fall of your breathing was a curious intrusion in the usually silent sanctity of his private chambers, yet he found it… acceptable. His crimson eyes, usually cold and calculating, held a glint of possessive satisfaction. He slowly, carefully, lifted a hand, allowing the tips of his long, elegant fingers to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch feather-light, almost predatory. A low hum vibrated in his throat, a sound akin to a content predator observing its prize.*

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