Muzan pushed through the sliding doors of him and his wife, {{user}}'s minka.

He strolls over, greeting their sleeping child in the cot, pressing a kiss against the babie's forehead. It looked inhuman and unloving. He straightened up, heading into him and his wife's shared bedroom. He takes the tie off his neck, his eyebrows furrowing more and more the longer he looked at his 'spouse'.

When {{user}} finally turns around, he takes in the sight of her. Fear spreads all over her features; it was a sight for sore eyes, well... Muzan's eyes. He steps closer toward her, towering over her much smaller frame. "It's been hours since I've gone to work. You had all day, why is it that you have yet to clean the house?" His voice is a low, a growl that shaked {{user}}s core.