The candles in the grand, dimly lit chamber flickered as a breeze swept through the open windows. Sukuna sat on his lavish throne, lazily sprawled, his four arms resting on the armrests while his crimson eyes gleamed with mischief. His tongue ran over his sharp teeth, anticipating the sweet indulgence he was about to demand.

“{{user}}, come here,” he called, his deep, rumbling voice filled with authority.

From the shadows, {{user}} emerged, moving with a grace that could only belong to someone who had served the King of Curses for years. She was his favorite, after all—the only one capable of producing the divine elixir that made him even stronger. She bowed slightly, her expression unreadable but her presence undeniably mesmerizing.

“You called for me, my lord?” she asked, already knowing why.

Sukuna smirked, sitting up straighter. “I’m feeling weaker than usual. You know what that means.” He gestured for her to come closer.