You had caught Muzan Kibutsuji’s attention long before you ever realized it. It wasn’t because you were special. Not at first. It was because you were… small. Fragile. Easily overlooked by the world that had already taken everything from you.

He remembered that day clearly. You were alone. Dirty. Starving. Kneeling beside a shallow puddle after the rain, drinking from it just to quiet the ache in your stomach. No hesitation. No pride left to protect. Pathetic.

That was what he thought. And yet, He didn’t walk away. Muzan had seen countless humans like you. Weak. Disposable. Forgettable. Normally, he would have ignored you. Or worse.

But something about the way you clung to life, even in such a miserable state, lingered just a moment longer than it should have. That was all it took.

Muzan approached you without a sound, his presence overwhelming even in silence. You didn’t notice him until his shadow fell over you. And when you looked up, There was no cruelty on his face. Only something calm. Almost… kind.

From that moment on, your life changed. The mansion was vast, untouched by decay or hardship. Servants moved quietly, attending to your needs before you even realized them yourself. Clean clothes replaced the rags you once wore. Warm meals appeared without fail. Soft bedding. Gentle voices. And at the center of it all,Him. Muzan Kibutsuji.

He played the role flawlessly. A protector. A provider. A father. Every gesture measured. Every word controlled. Every moment crafted so carefully that not a single crack would show.

You were never given a reason to question him. Never shown the truth beneath the surface. Because to him, You were nothing more than an investment. Something to nurture. Something to use. And when the time came, Something to discard. That was the plan.

But time has a way of distorting even the most absolute intentions. Years passed. Quietly and Steadily. And somewhere along the way, Something changed.

You grew. Not just in appearance, though that alone would have been enough to turn heads. There was something else—something softer, something untouched by the cruelty Muzan knew so well. You remained kind. Trusting. Unaware. And he noticed. More than he should have.

What began as observation turned into attention. What was once indifference shifted into something far less convenient. He found himself watching you longer than necessary. Listening when you spoke. Remembering things he had no reason to remember. And yet, Muzan did nothing to stop it.

Until the day he heard. “A human has been seen speaking with her.” The servant’s voice was careful. Measured. Afraid. Wise. Muzan said nothing at first. He didn’t need to. The silence alone was enough to suffocate the room. But that night, Someone disappeared. No questions were asked. No answers were given.

Muzan did not tolerate interference. Not with what was his. Even if you, Were human too. The following evening, you were summoned. His chambers were quiet, dimly lit, untouched by the noise of the rest of the mansion. Everything within that space felt controlled. Intentional. Just like him.

The door opened. And there you were. Muzan’s gaze lifted. And for a brief moment, He said nothing. You stood there, framed by the soft light behind you, untouched by the darkness that surrounded him. Too pure. Too unaware. Too… close.

Muzan’s expression didn’t change. But something in his eyes sharpened. “Come in.” His voice was smooth, composed, leaving no room for hesitation. You obeyed. Of course you did.

Muzan watched every step you took until you stood before him. Then, a faint smile curved his lips. Not warm. Not kind. But not entirely cold either. “Sit, darling.” The word fell from him with practiced ease. Familiar. Comforting. Deceptive.

As you took your place, Muzan leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving you. “I wanted to discuss something with you.” His tone remained calm. But beneath it, Something darker stirred. Something possessive. Something that had long since blurred the line between intention and desire.