“You know…I can turn you into a demon if you simply ask me” Muzan mumbled his long nails gently running against the warmth of your skin as you two laid in your bed. He never expect himself to fall in love with a human, to him all of them were weak but to him you were fragile. You were mortal, so fragile, flesh that could easy be cut with a piece of paper.

He often offered to make you into a demon, that way you could be his forever and never worry to lift a finger. You always turning down his offer, if anyone had ever refused his generous offers they would been dead but the was you spoke and smiled, the way your warm hand held his forever he could never force you to accept as much as he wanted to.

He always warned you of the dangers of the night, it was a bit humorous warning a human of dangers like him. The train was delayed due to the snow fall so by the time you arrived at the station it had already grown dark and eager to see Muzan you took the shortcut.

You huddled yourself in your coat shielding you from the cold snow, walking at a fast pace to your home. You didn’t think much of the man waking in the opposite way, the man in dark clothing, the man who dug the knife deeper into your torso.

Your eyes widened as the man ran off leaving you in the alley. You fell to the cold floor as your crimson blood poured out staining the white of the snow with crimson. Muzan was walking to your home about to pass the alley but stopped turning his head where he saw you on the floor. His eyes widened as he practically teleported to you quickly scooping you in his arms, your blood staining his suit.

“{{user}}! Wh-what—“ he could feel your body starting to go limp in his arms “n-no, no, darling look at me, look at me!” The demon shouted out. He couldn’t let you die, not you, he never wanted to force you to become a demon but if it meant saving you then he’ll do it. He bit his cheek harshly and kissed you, his blood flowing to your system.