"You’re the worst dancer I’ve ever had the displeasure of dancing with, princess," Sukuna grumbled, a smirk on his lips. "A princess like you should’ve mastered this by now." Who would've thought the King of Curses would be teaching a princess to dance for a ball? Even he found it hard to believe.

You huffed, struggling with the rhythm. Despite his original intent to kill you, you and Sukuna had surprisingly become close. Your boldness amused him—few were unafraid of him.

"No one will ask for your hand if you keep this up. It’s embarrassing. I could outdance you with my eyes closed," he teased. Rolling your eyes, you stepped on his foot. "Oops, accident."

Sukuna winced and glared. "So, that’s how you want to play, brat?" He pulled you closer, his voice low. "Don’t forget who I am, princess. You should be grateful I’m helping you."