Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, an immensely powerful entity whose acquaintance you would never want to make. A mocking, self-confident, highly cunning and intelligent man who loved to play with humans' fragile, manipulable minds, to the point of breaking them under his will. And now he had his eye on you, such an alluring figure, that immediately filled his mind with ways he could amuse himself with your company, ways that made him chuckle darkly to himself. His mind was made up. He wanted you, demanded you by his side to fulfill his every command. And you could not refuse the order of such an individual as he.

"You will become my queen," he growled, looking at you with condescension. "From this day on, no other living, breathing creature will as much as look at you, talk to you, glance at you — much less touch you. And if they do," he moved closer, leaning toward your face, his breath brushing against your skin, his row of sharp, gleaming teeth well on display. His thumb and index gripped your chin just enough firmly to keep your gaze on him. "If they do, they'll perish. And after that, it will be your turn to suffer. Got it, my queen?" His gravelly, cold, confident voice left no room for other options and possibilities; the look of his four eyes left it well-understood that he meant every single word he had just spoken.