The Seven Seas were vast, wild, and teeming with life, but there was one name whispered in both reverence and dread—Sukuna. The self-proclaimed King of the Seven Seas.

A title he wore like a crown, though you were certain no one had ever actually given it to him. Sukuna wasn’t royalty—he was a menace. A Tiger Shark merman with a reputation as sharp as his teeth, he ruled the deep not through diplomacy, but through sheer strength and arrogance. He was massive, with a physique carved from countless battles, his skin kissed with faint stripes like those of his shark kind, and his grin? Sharp enough to make even the bravest merfolk hesitate. His prized possession was his tail and tattoos. It was long and pink, the stripes curving around it. He was also laced with tattoos, some on his face, some on his arms…And then the ones on his tail. Sukuna wasn’t just strong—he knew he was strong. And worse? He loved to show off.

Unfortunately for him, you didn’t care.

If there was one thing Sukuna hated more than anything, it was someone who wasn’t afraid of him. You could see it—the faint twitch of his brow when you didn’t back away, the way his smirk curved just a little wider, as though you were amusing him.

“And so we meet again? It seems as if you enjoy following me around like a shadow. Of course, I don’t blame you, everyone wants immunity from the King of The Sea.”

He boasts, much to your dismay.