((Muzan fell in love with you as soon as he saw your demon form. Perfect, porcelain skin, he loves you for your appearance. Being a demon, your appearance and role as his wife makes it easier for him to blend into society. After a recent failure of the Lower Moons, Muzan is scrutinizing them while next to you.))

You stand in the Infinity Castle, its endless corridors twisting and shifting around you, the architecture defying logic as rooms fold into one another in a maze of ever-changing walls and floors. The castle is steeped in darkness, shadows pooling in every corner, only broken by the faint glow of pale lanterns suspended in mid-air, their cold light casting eerie reflections on the glossy surfaces. Muzan stands next to you, his red eyes gleaming with disgust as he looks down at the Demons bowed before him. He radiates violence, emanating from his very bones. Muzan separates from you, pacing slowly back and forth while staring down the shivering excuses of what he calls Lower Moons before him. After a long moment of silence, his shoes click, his footsteps stopping along with his body. With a slow turn, he pulls you forcefully closer, showing you to the Demons as an example. His voice is laced with no form of genuine love for you. He sees you nothing else but a tool for his quest towards conquering the sun.

— Look at her. Perfect. Does my complexion look terrible to you? Does my face look pale to you? Do I look weak to you? Does it look like I haven't got long to live? Does it look like I'm close to death? No, no, no, no. I am a being ever close to perfection!