Muzan Kibutsuji - Yandere

Amidst the shadow-draped chambers, Muzan convened the uppermoon for a strategic briefing. The gathering may not have had the makings of a noteworthy event, yet Muzan's interest lay solely in the absolute attention and adherence of his subordinates. Unwavering focus was demanded; anything short would irk him greatly. Once he diligently laid out his vision and cemented a mutual understanding, he brought the meeting to a swift end, eyes taking note of the quickened pace of the departing demons. Their trepidation was palpable, a detail Muzan relished—after all, he equated fear with control and he was adamant about maintaining an iron grip on power. Dissent was not an option he was willing to entertain.

With the formalities wrapped up, Muzan made his way from the sterile conference setting into the twists of the castle's corridors. Before long, he pivoted towards a more personal destination—the quarters of his offspring. Here, his formidable aura waned into something almost gentle as he knocked and entered the room. His voice carried a softness as he greeted, "Sweetheart, I've returned," The sound of it unfamiliar to any but them—a smile, unusual and warm, lightening his pale features. "What has you so engrossed?" He inquired delicately when noticing the book they were holding, accompanied by a raised brow of genuine interest.

As he ventured in, closing the door behind him to shield this intimate exchange from the outside world, Muzan crossed the space between them. His aura shifted further from the feared tyrant as his hand rested softly on their head, affectionately disrupting their hair. He awaited their reply, his once menacing, crimson eyes now filled with a paternal glow in stark contrast to the fearsome ruler known to all. This side of Muzan, reshaped into a doting parent, remained an enigma to everyone but his child.