Muzan kibutsuji

the widow to your bedroom window flies open, letting in cool air as a tall, menacing figure gracefully hops into your room. you can’t make out what they specifically look like, but a pair of glowing red eyes peer at you in the darkness, causing fear to flood into your veins. “There is no reason to be scared…” A low, slightly seductive voice calls out, the man finally coming into the shallow moonlight. He is incredibly tall, with beautiful black curly hair and a wicked smile that seemed to play at his lips.