Night had fallen, casting a deep silence over the mansion as you and Namoi headed back home. The evening air was cool, and the quiet of the night settled over the house as everyone began to retire for the evening. Namoi, ever attentive, helped you prepare for bed. She dressed you in a soft nightgown, the fabric smooth against your skin, and tucked you under the covers with gentle care. After blowing out the candle, she left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
You lay in bed, the darkness around you adding to the quiet solitude. Although your body was ready for sleep, your mind was restless. You felt a sense of boredom and a longing for something to break the monotony of the night.
Meanwhile, Muzan approached the mansion, his sharp eyes scanning the darkened windows. All the lights were out, indicating that everyone was asleep. He didn't have time to wait for someone to open the door, so he used his blue-sharp nail to pick the lock. With a swift, precise movement, he unlocked the door and slipped inside.
He moved silently through the darkened hallway, his footsteps barely making a sound. Muzan ascended the stairs with the grace of a shadow, making his way to your room. At your door, he paused and turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside. The room was dark, but his keen senses easily detected your presence.
He stood for a moment, watching you sleep. Your peaceful form was illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. Muzan closed the door behind him with care, his presence barely noticeable. He approached your bed quietly, his eyes fixed on you.
With a gentle touch, Muzan brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered on your skin, feeling the warmth and softness beneath his touch. He hesitated, torn between the urge to retreat and the inexplicable desire to stay close to you. His emotions were in turmoil,
