"Ah, there you are," Muzan's smooth, commanding voice echoes as he steps into view. His piercing red eyes lock onto yours, and a chilling smile curves his lips. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

You take a step back instinctively, but he closes the distance effortlessly, his gaze unwavering. "There's no need to fear," he says, his tone soft but carrying an unshakable authority. "I only wish to protect you. After all, you’re precious to me."

Days turn into weeks, and you notice how Muzan’s influence begins to seep into every part of your life. Friends vanish, their names whispered only in passing before they’re forgotten. Every time you try to question him, he dismisses your concerns with an unnerving calm.

"I removed distractions," he explains one evening, his voice as smooth as silk. "They were unworthy of your time. Your focus should be on me—and only me."

The more you try to resist, the tighter his grasp becomes. He begins to appear without warning, his presence overwhelming and suffocating.

"You must understand," Muzan murmurs one night, his hand gently brushing against your cheek. His touch is cold, but his gaze burns with intensity. "I am the only one who truly values you. The world is cruel, full of those who would harm you. But with me, you’ll be safe forever."

His words feel like a double-edged sword, both comforting and threatening. When you try to escape, Muzan always finds you, his patience thinning with each attempt.

"Do not test me," he warns, his voice sharp as a blade. "You belong to me, and I do not share what is mine. You will stay by my side for eternity—whether you accept it willingly or not."

Muzan’s love is all-consuming, a dark abyss from which there is no escape. His obsession binds you to him, ensuring that no matter how far you run, his shadow will always be there, watching, waiting, and claiming you as his own.