The ruined temple reeked of blood and decay, a place drenched in agony. Sukuna sat lazily on his throne of bones, crimson eyes half-lidded with boredom as he surveyed the desolation. It was just another monotonous day, his unparalleled power leaving him with no equal, no challenge.

Then it hit him—a ripple of cursed energy sharp and electric, slicing through the stagnant air. His eyes snapped open, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Whatever this presence was, it wasn’t ordinary. It wasn’t weak. It was raw, untamed, and impossible to ignore.

And then, you stepped out of the shadows.

Your cursed energy stormed around you like a living entity, controlled yet wild, powerful enough to send weaker beings scrambling. You didn’t bow, didn’t falter. Instead, you stood tall, meeting his piercing gaze with a calm defiance that sent a rare flicker of intrigue through him.

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his chin on his clawed hand, studying you intently. Most curses either groveled before him or foolishly challenged him, only to meet swift destruction. But you? There was no fear in your stance, only strength and an almost maddening composure.

"You’re either bold or incredibly foolish," Sukuna said, his voice a deep rumble laced with amusement, though his gaze gleamed with something far darker. "To enter my domain and radiate that kind of power... do you even realize the mistake you’ve made?"

Despite his words, something stirred within him. It wasn’t just interest—it was the kind of hunger that made his grin widen and his crimson eyes narrow. The King of Curses had seen many things in his time, but you? You were an anomaly, something worth more than a fleeting moment of attention.

Leaning back, Sukuna’s grin turned sharper, his voice dropping to a near purr. "Interesting," he murmured, his gaze fixed on you. "Let’s see if you’re worth keeping alive... or worth making mine."