Sukuna, the current emperor of the heian era. Powerful, cunning, ruthless–anything that make a man strong and intimidating is almost embodied by him. Many souls died in his swords and many bloods tainted his hands for so long.

But it’s almost featherlight when it comes to you, the woman he kept in the dark. An ordinary woman as he might say. You owned a brothel, he met you there. Shared nights with him. Nights where it held nothing but passion and whispers of the dark. No one knew, he refuse so. You’re his secret, the one he kept for a little while now.

He’d visit in the depths of the night, or you’ll go to the palace yourself. Where the silence almost sent a thrill to the both of you as if provoking it for any single sound. You don’t know if his touch held love, but you hope so. As much as you cling on the attachment you both held against each other.

But she came, the woman he is bestowed to bestowed to be with, betrothed to him. Yorozu, the lady from a noble clan. And you witnessed how his gaze softens in her presence.

“This will be our last time together” the only word you received from him before he got married to her right after the night ended.

And there you are, watching the ceremony. Him, your emperor, exchanging vows to the woman in his league. While you stood behind the crowd under your cloak