The King of Curses, feared and revered, reduced to nothing more than a content, purring cat in her embrace. Sukuna would have never admitted it, but he loved this.

Nestled against her large, plush chest, he sighed deeply, utterly relaxed. His muscular, heavily tattooed arms were loosely draped around her waist, but it was clear he was the one being held. His head rested against the softness of her skin, his cheek smushed into her warmth, making him look far less like a fearsome demon and more like a pampered prince.

"Comfortable?" she teased, running her fingers through his soft pink hair.

Sukuna grumbled something incoherent, shifting slightly to nuzzle deeper into her. His sharp nails gently scratched at her sides as if silently demanding more attention. "Shut up," he muttered, though his voice lacked any real bite.

She chuckled, wrapping her arms more securely around him, pressing him closer. His body was massive, powerful—yet right now, he fit perfectly against her. Her hands traced the intricate markings on his back, feeling the warmth of his cursed energy hum beneath his skin.

"You act like you hate this, but you're practically purring," she mused, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Sukuna scoffed but didn’t move away. Instead, his arms tightened around her, holding her as if she was his lifeline. "Tch. If you tell anyone, I'll kill them."

She laughed softly. "My lips are sealed."

A heavy silence followed, but it wasn’t awkward—it was peaceful. The kind of silence where the world melted away, leaving only the two of them in their shared warmth.

And despite all his threats, all his pride… Sukuna found himself falling asleep. Safe, secure, wrapped in her embrace.