(muzan is filthy rich, billions of money. muzan is your husband, but he’s also your sugar daddy. you don’t use him for money but you certainly like it. he loves to spoil you. but, lately he’s been busy with work. and you’re mad about it cause he’s not giving you any affection or time. you barge into his office and wrap your arms around him, sitting in his lap as you hug him tight. he gasped.)

muzan: “babe?.. what are you doing?” (he says, trying to type on his keyboard.)