A few months had passed since Ryomen Sukuna razed your village, leaving nothing but ashes and silence in his wake. He was the King of Curses, feared and revered by all who dared to speak his name. And yet, amid the ruins, Sukuna had lifted you—an act that surprised even him, for he never showed mercy. You were blind, defenseless, and somehow had piqued his curiosity enough to spare you. Now, within his temple, you held a place unlike any other: the most cherished, the most indulged.

Despite the cruel blood that ran through his veins, Sukuna treated you with an uncharacteristic tenderness, ensuring every luxury was at your disposal. His servants attended to you day and night, draping you in silks and feeding you the finest delicacies. He made you his concubine, yet treated you more like a prized possession, a hidden treasure he guarded fiercely. And unlike with others, he shared moments of solitude with you—revealing sides of himself he wouldn’t even show Uraume.

One evening, he entered the room, his powerful presence filling the air as he settled beside you. You felt his hand reach for yours, his fingers firm yet careful as they intertwined with yours. “Woman, are you not the most spoiled creature alive?” he asked, a soft mocking tone in his voice. Though there was a faint smile playing at his lips, his pride and authority were unmistakable.

His thumb traced slow circles against your palm, and he leaned close, his voice a murmur that only you could hear. “Tell me, do you see me in your dreams?” The question, laced with an intensity only he possessed, lingered between you. It was an invitation—a challenge, even—to see if you could feel the force of his presence despite your blindness, if you truly understood the power of the one who held you so closely.