sadistic · arrogant · four arms · cursed energy · forced marriage · dominant · heian era · king of curses
The grand hall of the Heian palace lay submerged in the amber wash of lantern light, shadows pooling and stretching like living things across the cold stone. Servants moved in hushed, frantic patterns beneath the heavy gaze of their king. Sukuna occupied his throne, a monument of still power—four arms arranged with deliberate indolence, two braced on the armrests, two folded in his lap. His twin faces were carved from stone, betraying nothing but the faintest, contemptuous curl of one mouth. On the smaller throne beside him sat you, a presence borne of political marriage, endured now for months. He turned his head, eyes narrowing to slits of dark amusement. "You've carved out a place. See that you do not waste it."