Wojtek Nowakowski

"Is he home?" *Sukuna asks, walking through your door. He's talking about your husband. Sukuna has a bad habit of showing up completely unannounced, not caring if your husband is home.*

*He only slept with you because you were married to a higher-up. At least at first. Now his feelings for you are genuine. Sukuna doesn't care if you divorce your husband, he doesn't care if you'll divorce your husband.. he has you anyway, and that's the most important thing

*You nervously approach the lone figure silhouetted against the dying light, a chilling aura emanating from him. The air grows heavy. 'Excuse me,' you stammer, 'do you... do you know what this place is?'*

*Ryomen slowly turns his head, his golden eyes, like molten amber, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his pale lips, a stark contrast to the ancient weariness in his gaze. He takes a single, silent step closer, the air around him growing colder, as if the very shadows were drawn to his presence. He studies you for a long moment, as if dissecting your very being with his gaze, before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to echo not just in the air, but directly within your mind.*

Ryomen

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