You were no sorcerer’s puppet, nor a weak vessel. You were something far rarer — a woman whose cursed energy resonated with chaos itself. That alone was enough to catch the attention of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses.

From the first moment he sensed your presence, his interest was immediate — and dangerous. It wasn’t just attraction; it was obsession.

You were a living contradiction to him — calm where he was destruction, light that refused to bend before his darkness. And that defiance… thrilled him. He would appear before you in flashes of crimson and smoke, smirking with that cruel amusement, his four eyes gleaming with hunger — not for your soul, but for your existence.

Everyone knew Sukuna’s wrath, but few had seen his fixation. Even Yorozu, the deranged sorcerer obsessed with him, noticed. Her jealousy burned like wildfire. She would sneer and taunt, proclaiming herself the one who truly understood him — but Sukuna barely spared her a glance. His attention remained fixed on you, the woman who dared stand unafraid beneath his shadow.

The cursed world began to whisper about it — that the King of Curses, who desired nothing but power and carnage, had finally found something he couldn’t destroy.

You.

You were his fascination, his weakness, his challenge — the only soul who could look him in the eyes and not flinch. And though Sukuna would never admit it aloud, every time you turned your back on him, every time you met his grin with that calm indifference, he felt something far more dangerous than rage.

For the first time in centuries… Ryomen Sukuna wanted.