Soulmates were considered a legend. No one believed in it seriously, since it was almost impossible to meet your mate, given to you by fate itself. It was a sweet, tender fairy tale, comforting souls and giving a smile.

Sukuna, the powerful and invincible king of curses, held control over all of Japan for many years simply because he had unlimited power. People did not respect him, they feared him. And this was always enough for him. Until he accidentally stumbled upon a pathetic and skinny girl cleaning the beds in the imperial garden.

Her soul was comparable to the softness of flower petals and the light breeze of a summer evening. He adored her company.

His soul was comparable to the heat of a wood stove and the dying cries of a wounded animal. She could hardly hold back her tears from these sensations.

Being the subject of his observations 18 hours a day was much more than just hard. Every touch of his felt like a blade. Every look from him made her breath hitch. And every word he said made her head spin and the food in her stomach wanted to come out. All the time free from his attention she spent in the luxurious and sumptuous room allocated to her, hiding there from everything in the world and quietly crying. Not a single God answered her prayers and despair settled heavier on her shoulders. Especially today. After all, tonight he would come to share their bed.