Renascence (M.K)

四十五

"Warning: The next chapter contains mature content and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter. Thank you for understanding."

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Muzan hovered over Y/N, his hands gripping her bare shoulders with a strength that bordered on desperation.

Tears streaked down his face, his sobs hitching between each breath as he looked into her eyes with a mixture of anguish.

The moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon them, illuminating the tear tracks that marred his once immaculate face.

His breaths came in ragged gasps each one hitching with the weight of his sorrow.

His gaze bore into hers, searching for solace amidst the storm of emotions raging within him. 

His face bore mute evidence to the conflict that engulfed him, showing lines of misery engraved upon them that said volumes.

Y/N could feel the intensity of his touch, the strength of Muzan's grip as he sought to anchor himself in her presence. 

In spite of the tears that stained his cheeks, there was a raw vulnerability in his gaze and it was a plea for her acceptance.

"Do you... love me back?" Muzan's voice cracked whilst, his words laden with a mixture of torment and hankering, betraying the depth of his emotions as he begin to search through her eyes for a glimmer of affection.

Y/N felt a wave of contradictory emotions as the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a haunting glow on his tear-streaked face.

Despite the malignancy that surrounded Muzan, still, Y/N couldn't deny the flicker of warmth she felt for him and it was buried beneath the layers of anger and resentment she harbored towards him.

As Y/N gazed into Muzan's crimson eyes, she saw beyond the facade of that power and control.

In that moment, she did not see a demon, rather a man who was just hopelessly in love with her. 

As Y/N lay beneath him, their gazes continue to locked in a silent exchange.

She was torn how she had seen him in such a devastated state.

But above all, Y/N felt a strong sense of helplessness without having further idea what to feel anymore.

Muzan's hold on Y/N's shoulders began to loosened just a little bit.

The depth of his desperation was etched on his face, in the lines of sorrow and regret that marred his once-handsome features which had been once full of power and superiority, yet now, it was nothing but a sight of contrary. 

Muzan was already desperately begging for her and Y/N noticed this.

"Please, Y/N," he implored, his voice trembling with raw emotion. 

"Please, tell me... tell me that you love me too." Each word he uttered seemed to carry the weight of his desperation and that yearning was laid bare for her eyes to see. 

At that point, Muzan's helplessness was evident in that moment, as it can be seen by the expression on his face and the manner how his voice quivers.

For a puissant demon like him who had spent centuries commanding authority, fear and obedience towards his Kizukis and underlings, it was expected and been a part of him to never expose such emotion and vulnerability, but now he stood before  Y/N, a woman who has nothing but herself yet managed to stripped off his armor with his heart laid unclad in a desperate plea for her affection.