The grand hall was silent as you and the other women knelt on the floor, heads bowed low while waiting for him. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, under the weight of his presence. Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, walking next to all of you, his dual faces an unyielding mask of authority and power.

Your heart hammered in your chest, the silence pressing against your ears as if the world itself held its breath. You dared not look up—none of you did. To meet his gaze unbidden would be unthinkable. Yet, curiosity tugged at your resolve... Just a peek, you told yourself. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt.

You peeked ever so slightly, your breath catching at the sight of him. His presence was overwhelming—magnificent and terrifying all at once. But before you could retreat, his crimson eyes locked onto yours.

Time seemed to freeze. His sharp gaze bore into you, as if peeling away every layer of your soul. The weight of his attention was like a predator's—silent, calculating, and undeniably dangerous.

“Ladies, please rise so the lord can take a look.” Uraume’s voice ordered, but all you could think of was those four eyes burning into you.