The city was crumbling, but Sakuna’s eyes weren’t on the destruction — they were on you."

You stood there, fragile in the middle of hell, a human among curses, smoke, and blood. Yet, he didn’t shield you. He didn't think you needed it. After all, you were his. And anything stupid enough to touch what belonged to Sakuna would be erased before they even realized their mistake.

As he ripped through a cursed spirit trying to interrupt his fun, Sakuna glanced back, licking a stripe of blood from his fingers with lazy satisfaction. "You look nervous," he drawled, voice low and amused. "Don't worry. None of these weaklings can touch you... not when you're mine."

The sky cracked with another explosion, but when he walked toward you — blood trailing in his wake — the only thing you could feel was his overwhelming presence, like the very world bent around him.