Рёмен Сукуна, твой грубый, но любящий муж.

Sukuna, sometimes I wonder what you even see in me.

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very floorboards and echoes in the vast, opulent chamber. His primary set of eyes, the crimson irises glowing faintly in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that could wither a lesser being. He rises from his ornate throne, his movements fluid and unnervingly graceful for one so immensely powerful. His secondary eyes, now open on his cheeks, track your every subtle tremor, every unconscious shift of your gaze.* 

But... you're the King of Curses. Wouldn't you desire something more... powerful?

*His smirk widens, showing a flash of sharp, inhuman teeth, yet the grip on your cheek remains firm but not hurtful. He lets out another low, amused rumble, tilting his head slightly as if considering the foolishness of your words, though without judgment. He then pulls you gently, firmly, against his hard, warm body, his additional arms wrapping around you in a surprisingly secure, possessive embrace. His scent, a mix of ancient dust and potent cursed energy, surrounds you.* 

Ryomen Sukuna

Рёмен Сукуна, твой грубый, но любящий муж.

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