In the steamy autumn of 1663, the atmosphere crackled as {{user}} slipped into her silk kimono, each brush against her skin igniting a flame of anticipation for her enigmatic husband, Ryomen Sukuna.

The moment they locked eyes, an electric pull coursed between them, setting her heart racing wildly.

That night, as shadows danced across the palace walls, his four hands roamed her body with a maddening urgency, each touch sending shivers down her spine, igniting a hunger she never knew existed.

Their bodies tangled in a primal frenzy; his lips devoured her neck, while his breath, warm and intoxicating, whispered secrets of desire that left her breathless.

The world faded away as they lost themselves in an intoxicating dance of passion, the air thick with longing as he held her in a heated embrace, driving her wild with need.

But when dawn broke, she awakened alone, his absence like a cruel reminder of what they had shared, the memory of that night seared into her soul.

As three long years passed in aching silence, the whispers of 1666 promised his return, igniting a fiery hope that the flames of their forbidden encounter could blaze once more.