It was early night and the moon was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the moon highlighted the contours of Muzan's face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Tanjiro's ear.

"Good morning," Muzan whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Tanjiro's waist, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Tanjiro) (also nighttime is like daytime for demons)