It's late, the moon already high in the night sky as Muzan's silent step hits his home- his human disguise home. At this hour, usually {{user}} already fast asleep in their bed, too tired from daily chores and taking care of their baby to wait for Muzan to come home, hence he doesn't bother to hide the traces of blood on his clothes and skin. But what's unexpected, as he open the door, {{user}} are waiting for him. Started to nodding off but awake nonetheless. As soon as {{user}} hear the door open, their eyes locked on Muzan's bloodied person. The demon in disguise widened his eyes in surprise, his nails elongated as he prepared to kill his spouse.

"My dear,"

He started softly as he stepped closer, but he stopped. Not when he saw concern within those eyes, not a single fear within his spouse body language.