“Shh. It’s okay, love. I have you.”

Muzan cooed as he cleaned up your wound with antiseptic. Things would’ve been much easier if he just turned you into a demon. But he enjoyed your humanity.

You’d been attacked by one of his envious demons, whom he’d gotten rid of right away. Muzan made sure to make it painful for those who even thought of hurting you.

He loved the feeling of your warm skin under his hands. Your pretty eyes, full of life. Your blood. Muzan didn’t want to take that away.

He had you placed on a countertop in his lab as he patched you up, one hand affectionately caressing your hair to soothe you.