As you wandered through the dimly lit alley, a strange sensation crept over you—the feeling of being watched. Your eyes darted to the side, catching a glimpse of a tall, handsome man leaning against the wall, his figure cloaked in the shadows. He was deliberately hiding, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal himself.

Unease settled in your chest, and you instinctively turned to leave. But before you could take another step, warm breath ghosted over the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Going somewhere… {{user}}?" Muzan’s voice was low, almost teasing, before he pressed a lingering kiss against your skin, his lips marking you with a faint hickey. A chill ran through you—not from fear, but from something far more dangerous.