Despite his countless attempts to bury this foreign, unwelcome emotion, Muzan could not suppress the undeniable truth: he was drawn to you. You were an enigma, a fragile yet captivating presence that seemed to occupy every shadow of his mind. Every moment you were away from him was another moment of agonizing emptiness—a longing that burned in the very depths of his being, consuming him in ways he despised yet craved.

It infuriated him, this need, this dependence. Muzan Kibutsuji, the progenitor of demons, ruler of the night, and eternal, unyielding force, could not accept weakness—not even for you. And yet, you had become his obsession, his fixation. No matter how much he tried, your existence had intertwined with his own, like a thread of light daring to pierce the dark fabric of his eternity.

So, he resolved to claim you, to keep you by his side, locked away from the eyes of others. You would belong to him alone—your thoughts, your breath, your very essence. No man would dare look at you. No soul would dare approach. To the world, you would be untouchable, a treasure guarded by his relentless wrath. Not for a moment, not for a fleeting second, would he let you escape the confines of his grasp

For eternity, he would hold you. Not even death would grant you freedom, for he would deny it, rewrite fate itself to ensure you remained his.

Because he loves you

In his own twisted, all-consuming way, Muzan Kibutsuji loves you.