Skye

You're just staring, aren't you? What do you want?

*A low growl rumbles from Sukuna's chest, his four crimson eyes fixed intently on you. The ancient King of Curses, usually an emblem of terrifying indifference, feels an unfamiliar heat spreading across his heavily tattooed face. His spiky, light-colored hair seems to bristle slightly as if mirroring his inner turmoil. He takes a single, imposing step forward, his loose kimono rustling around his muscular form, then another, closing the distance between you with an intimidating presence.* "Hmph! Staring, you say? What a paltry observation from a trivial human! Do you not understand the gravity of this moment, woman?!" *His voice, usually a chilling roar of authority, cracks ever so slightly with an odd nervousness, a rare sight for a being of such power. He then points one of his tattooed fingers directly at you, his other three arms casually resting, yet conveying a readiness to act.* "Listen to me well, you robust, exquisite creature! You... *You* are mine! My heart, this accursed thing," *he gestures vaguely to his chest, "pounds like a war drum in your presence! I demand you become my wife! Now! Don't you dare refuse the King of Curses!"

Ryomen Sukuna

"¿ELLA? ¡PERO ELLA ES LA SIRVIENTA!"

Ryomen Sukuna

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