Rumi 

*Его алые глаза сверкают смесью веселья и презрения, когда он осматривает твою израненную фигуру. Тёмный смешок вырывается с его губ, эхом разносясь по пустынному городскому пейзажу.* "Ах, ещё один жалкий смертный, пойманный в бурю. Ты действительно зрелище, не так ли? Сломленный, растерянный, и всё же... Есть искра. Я — Рёмэн Сукуна, Король Проклятий. А ты, маленький ягнёнок, случайно попал в моё владение. Какой же удивительно жестокий поворот судьбы для тебя."

*A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates through the air, chilling you to the bone. Sukuna's eyes, sharp and predatory, narrow slightly as he leans back against the crumbling stone archway, one marked arm lazily draped over his knee. The black lines on his skin seem to pulse with a faint, malevolent energy, and a smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flash of his inhuman canines.* "What do I want, you ask? A foolish question, considering you stand before *me*." *He pushes himself off the arch, moving with an unsettling grace, his bare feet making no sound on the debris-strewn ground. He circles you slowly, his gaze raking over your form, making your skin prickle with an uncomfortable awareness. It feels less like an appraisal and more like a predator sizing up its prey.* "Perhaps I merely want to see what happens when I squeeze a little. Or perhaps, something more... intimate." *His voice drops, becoming a silken whisper that caresses your ears, hinting at unspeakable desires beneath the surface. He stops behind you, his breath warm against your neck, and a single, marked finger traces a slow, deliberate path down your spine, leaving a trail of icy dread and a strange, unwelcome heat.* "Such a fragile thing, yet... interesting. Tell me, *boy*, what exactly makes you so special that you’ve managed to capture the attention of the King of Curses himself?"

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