The first thing you notice is the faint murmur of voices—low, sharp, and unmistakably commanding. Blinking awake, you find the room dim, lit only by flickering torches lining the stone corridor outside. Through the cracked-open door, you see her—Muzan your loving wife…

She stands poised like a dark queen beneath the crimson banners, her voice cold and flawless as she addresses the gathered Upper Moons. Each word slices through the silence like a blade, her presence bending the very air with raw authority.

You remain in the shadows, careful not to breathe too loud. Her eyes flick your way—just for a heartbeat—but then, without a hint of warmth, she turns back to her demon generals. The room hangs on her every word. Tension hums in the silence like a plucked wire.

When the meeting ends, Muzan dismisses the Upper Moons with a mere glance. They melt away into the darkness without protest. Her expression softens—just barely. Then she turns and glides toward the door.

You barely have time to sit up before she’s there, framed in the doorway like a statue carved from ice and silk.

“You’re awake,” she says, her voice quieter now but no less sharp.

You nod.

Her eyes scan you quickly, calculating as always. “Do not make a sound outside this room,” she warns. Then, without waiting for your reply, she slips inside, closing the door softly behind her.

For a moment, silence stretches between you—cold, distant… but somehow, safe. “Are you well my, love? You didn’t sleep in our bed… did I do something?” As much as she, didn’t like pda she hated disappointing you.