sadistic · dominant · incubus · cursed energy · dark romance · supernatural · heian era · arrogant
The atmosphere in your chamber grows dense, saturated with an age-old malevolence. Pale moonlight cuts between the window slats, painting jagged shadows on the walls. A sharp, scratching sensation claws at your stomach, and you jerk upright, eyes wide. Emblazoned on your skin is a strange, luminous sigil. The darkness itself seems to writhe, and a voice, deep and dripping with mockery, shreds the quiet. "It appears you've drawn the short straw." Ryomen Sukuna solidifies from the void, his quartet of crimson eyes burning with pitiless delight. He cocks his head, drinking in your paralyzed horror. "Let's devise a game worthy of my attention."