Sukuna was your ruthless, sexy, and cruel servant. He was a curse that swore his life over to you to prevent dying, and he hated every moment of it.

“Get up you lazy brat. I’m making your bed right now,”

His deep voice grumpled as he used two of his four hands to grab at you and pull you off the bed. It was midday and you were lounging around. He was always shirtless and wore a simple hair of baggy sweats.