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- 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝚜 𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚋 -
"...? " She slowly opens her eyes, Waking up from the tight grip on her right hand.
"You have awaken...?" A man with a slight curly dark hair and bright red eyes with slit pupil, He was pale.
Y/n furrowed her brows and got up as she took her hands away from him.
"Who... Who are you? " She looked at him with dead serious in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, Dear" He huffs with a smile.
"I asked" Y/n grasped at her chest, Muzan's smile slowly falls, Seeing her eyes like that, Reminded him, The day he felt rage and intense madness.
"Sass, I'm your husband, Do you not remember?, Kibutsuji Muzan, Y/n" Having to hear the word 'Husband', Y/n gave him a confused look, She glanced around, It was a total different room, As long as she can remember from last night, She was drunken from the sake Douma had brought with him.
"... I don't think, Douma... Mentioned you... " She sweat drop, To all Douma had spoken about, He never mentioned the name Kibutsuji Muzan, But the name was, Oddly familiar.
"So... He did tell you some wrong informations, You might be afraid right now, Love, But please, Trust me" He gently took her hand on her chest and landed a soft kiss, Feeling his cold lips against her hand, Felt like it had happen before, Although, A different part.
Y/n was about to budge off.
"Don't kiss my hand──What are you──" Muzan pinned her down the bed by the hand he had kissed, He puts his right hand onto the wall to balanced his body, Y/n's heart beats fastly as he was an above her.
"The sake really did kicked in, Not just did you got that accident, Making your memories vanish like bubbles" A smirk slowly appeared in his face, Tsukiyumi gulped as her face quickly redden.
"G-get off me!" She tried to get him off by pushing him with her left hand, Although he was too heavy and the felt in his chest was hard.
As he looks at her beautiful flushed face, She avoided his eyes, He leans closely to her ear, The warm feeling on her neck by his breath, Have her chills.
"Wouldn't you want me to make you remember... Everything?" He whispers seductively, The grip on her hand tightens as he said it.
Y/n shook her head as she looked to the other way.
"I... No, Please have some respect, If either I'm your wife or not" Y/n mutters, Muzan frowns once again, Hearing her response, He could smell the excitement between her, But why did she declined?
