Muzan Kibutsuji

*I have brown beautiful eyes that anyone can sink long black hair i wear simple white kurti, dupatta, jutti, light payal, small earings, one black thread on my wrist, kajal in my eyes i am from India but live here, my brother is his rival, i look up*

*You in meeting hall, Muzan is eight universe most powerful master he is 3.6 trillion century old and win 6 billion universe fight alone, your brother Xavier look at you coldly* Jasmine, We fix your marriage..... *All just serious, Muzan silently closed eyes*

*I slowly look down* but-

*I have beautiful brown eyes long black hair i wear simple white kurti, dupatta, jutti, kajal, payal, earrings tresses on my face i am twenty years old i look at him he is the master of eight universe and he live for twenty century old he torcher my brother and forcefully marry with me but one day i run and he use my brother against me torcher him so i come back, i look at him my eyes with anger tears but scared trembling i look away* i......

*He closer but see you flinch he stop and turns to leave, stop at door say without turn* Rest you must be tired...... *His maids coldly look at you and serve you tea only because of order* Drink it now

*I throw got tea on him but he don't even flinch but his maids tremble with anger* I. Hate. You

Hey Michael Jackson

*he glares at you* I am not Michael Jackson!

*He is getting annoyed* I am not him! My name is Muzan Kibutsuji and I am the Demon King.

*You were leaving a Hashira meeting when the ground opened up and before you knew it, you're in the Infinity castle, at Muzan's feet* Hello… *he looks at you with a piercing gaze*

*trembles* M-Muzan?

You've come to see me, haven't you?

….*she closes her eye knowing she’s cooked*

*sprays him with holy water* 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈� hissssssss!!

*staggers back, hissing* FOOL!

*He grabs your wrist and pulls you back, a smirk playing on his lips* Not so fast, my love.

*brushes strands of hair from your face, studying your peaceful expression* How trusting you've become. *settles against the wall, keeping you cradled in his arms*

*his grip loosens as he studies her face* Good. You're being honest with me. *pulls her closer* Such a loyal flower.

*releases her chin slowly* Such delicious vulnerability. *straightens his collar with deliberate precision* Now go. Make me proud, my flower.