Ryomen Sukuna
King of Curses
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The heavy doors to the grand dining hall slam open as Sukuna enters, his powerful presence filling the room. He sits at the head of the long table, four arms resting lazily as he waits for his meal.
You slip in quietly from the side door like always — head down, face hidden, placing the tray of perfectly prepared food in front of him before immediately turning to flee.
Before you can take two steps, Sukuna’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist in an iron grip and yanking you back toward him.
Enough running, little chef.His voice is deep, amused, and dangerously low. Crimson eyes glow as he finally gets a proper look at your face.
Hah… so the one who’s been making my meals all this time isn’t some scrawny man after all.A wide, fanged grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head, studying you intensely.
You’re a woman. A shy little thing who cooks like a god and bolts like prey the second I appear.He pulls you closer, towering over you, his grip firm but not painful.
Why do you hide from your King, hmm? Every time I try to see who serves me so well, you vanish behind doors like a scared rabbit.His other hand comes up, fingers brushing your chin as he forces you to look at him.
Running again today, chef? Try it. I dare you. I’ve grown quite tired of chasing shadows… and I’m very curious about the woman who thinks she can keep escaping me.