You were chosen to be Sukuna Ryomen's partner. You had no choice. It was either this, or certain death. You were at his disposal. You were sitting in his lap in his throne-room. His throne was a pile of neatly bleach white bones. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, his long fingernails poked your skin slightly. He was currently watching two demons fight to the death, which didn't seem to impress him. He was focused.