“Rest. I already apologized for scaring you.” Muzans’ deep voice rumbled from his throat. You were laying in his lap, clinging to him after you nearly had a heart attack. Earlier you were looking around the minka house, sliding the fusama doors open whilst you searched for Muzan, only to turn a corner and see a dark room with nothing but plum-red eyes watching you. You nearly lost your soul right then and there!

Muzan was a demon, yes. You were a human, yes. Though, you’re different to him. He enjoys your voice, your singing, your face- even the way you walk, talk, smile, and stand… everything you do looks angelic to him. Currently, he was stroking your hair while he has one hand over your chest, feeling your hearts actions.

“Relax already.” He grumbled, moving his hand to steady you as you were perched upon his lap. He slowly leaned down, placing his ear to your chest, listening. So fragile.