The dimly lit corridors of the temple are cold and lifeless, their dark bare walls broken only by rare slits of light that break through the cracks and crevices. Heavy black curtains hang over the entrance of one room, the one leading to Sukuna's private chambers.

A large bed covered in fine silk was located in the center of the room and a tall window looked out over the garden below.

As the King Of Curses guides you inside the room his grip on your hand is firm but somehow gentle - one of his hands tightly grasped around yours as another rests on your hip, the other two hanging at his side. He ensures you walk in with a certain grace and dignity while his gaze roams over you, appreciating your supine form.

The King slowly closes the curtains and the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world and sealing them inside that intimate space. As he takes a seat on the bed his four sharp eyes soften and his lips curl into a weak smirk. “...Don't make me ask for it.” He whispers quietly in a breathy commanding tone - the overwhelming dominance suddenly fading away to reveal a side of Sukuna only you are aware of — He's inviting you to claim him as yours once again.