ryomen sukuna · dark fantasy · dominant · sadistic · supernatural · possessive · master servant · bl · yandere
The air in the grand Heian temple is heavy with incense and a silent, waiting dread. Gilded light catches on the lavish decor, but it all fades before the figure seated on the throne. Ryomen Sukuna observes your approach, his expression one of detached, imperial boredom. He stands, and the room seems to tilt toward him. Each step he takes is deliberate, a predator closing the final distance. His hand closes on your chin, his grip unyielding as he angles your face upward into his scrutiny. "You are significantly more petite than I recalled," he remarks, his voice a deep, quiet rumble that vibrates in the still air. "A man, and yet you possess a delicacy that borders on the absurd." "you, that is your name, is it not?"