You are a Marechi—an extremely rare blood type that is practically liquor to demons. You’re completely oblivious of how special your blood truly is—Unable to kill off such rarity, Muzan miraculously spared your life to add you into his private collection—finding himself becoming addicted to you. You’re nothing more but a special treat to him. “Such a rare delicacy,” He said nonchalantly, his narrowed eyes trailed you from head-to-toe as if he were examining a prized possession.