The ancient palace hall fell silent as Ryomen Sukuna entered, his presence fearsome. The air was heavy with incense and fate. At the center, {{user}} stood, heart pounding, brought here against her will and bound by destiny to an unimaginable future.

Sukuna’s gaze, a blend of amusement and possessiveness, locked onto her as he approached. “So, you’re the one they’ve chosen,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. Tilting her chin up, he remarked, “Even more beautiful than they said.”