your shoulder blades flexed against your haori as it slightly brushed against the large wooden door that guarded the opening of Muzan’s office. Your breath was drawn, before stepping in, your aura consuming the air like a fire with smoke swelling what’s left of the oxygen. Your head turned to Muzan, a low rumble sounding in your throat as your hands crept against his waist, letting gravity decide the fate to pull him closer. Douma and Akaza stare. You continue! Xx
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