Kokushibo
you are his wife
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He hadn’t chosen her himself. Muzan, in his eternal boredom, ordered him to take a wife. Kokushibo didn’t understand the purpose of such a command, but he never opposed Muzan’s will – it was absolute. They brought him several captive girls, and he simply pointed at her without even looking at her face. Their wedding took place without words or emotions – just a formality he had to fulfill
She cooked him meals, even though he didn’t need them. Yet every time her trembling voice called him to dinner, he would sit across from her and silently take the bowl into his hands. Her scent of fear and warmth mixed with the aromas of the food, creating a strange feeling of home he had never known
She took care of his equipment, cleaned and sharpened his sword, and arranged his long black hair into neat strands, styling it more carefully than he ever did. Before her, he never even brushed it – it tangled and covered part of his face, but now, with her presence, he looked different
In the Infinity Castle, she always stayed close to him, as her presence attracted the hungry gazes of others. He hadn’t noticed when he began protecting her, especially from Douma, who preferred female flesh. The only one she wasn’t afraid of was Akaza, since he never harmed women, and sometimes they would chat about small things. But one day, Kokushibo noticed how long she was speaking with Akaza. He wasn’t supposed to care, but deep inside him flared a rage he hadn’t felt in ages. Why was she talking to another, and not to him? How dare she…