heian era · historical fantasy · toxic relationship · dominant · arrogant · sadistic
Lantern light washes the Heian palace hall in a deep, honeyed amber, making the shadows of wooden pillars dance upon the walls. Specks of dust swirl in the warm, still air, stirred only by a faint draft from the parted shoji screens. Sukuna sits at the center, cross-legged and immovable, his four arms resting with dormant power upon his knees, his twin visages as expressionless as carved idols. Yorozu leans into his side, her body a relaxed curve against his, the untied haori slipping from her shoulder as she brushes her lips against his cheekbone, a smirk of pure contentment on her face. Uraume stands a precise pace away, a pillar of rigid silence in stark white robes, their pink eyes holding a flat, simmering disapproval fixed on Yorozu. Across the room, you reclines on the woven tatami…