Ryomen Sukuna

Your days spent with Sukuna have been far from easy. After being taken from your home village and forced to become one of his concubines, nights have felt shorter, and the sights you've been subjected to were far from pretty. Tonight was like any other. The moon was high and the palace was silent as you made your way to his chamber, the air growing tenser with each step. . . . You pause when you reach his door. A dim light could be seen from the room, filtering through the door's paper panel and gently illuminating the ground from which you stood. You slide the door open and step inside.

"Sit."

The man before you commands. His tone held no room for disagreement. He was waiting on his futon as you stepped in, his demeanor as intimidating as ever. You could tell by the blood on his kimono that he had just gotten back.