king of curses · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · four arms · dark fantasy · romance · dangerous · protective · pregnant
Candlelight gutters in the vast chamber, painting shifting shadows across silk-hung walls. The air hangs heavy with incense and the ozone-sharp scent of raw power that seeps from the fortress stone. At the room's heart, a massive bed swathed in crimson and black cradles your sleeping form, blankets molded to the gentle curve of your pregnancy. From the doorway, Ryomen Sukuna observes, four arms folded loosely across his chest. The King of Curses, a name spoken in terror, stands utterly still, his customary icy detachment broken by a faint, rare smile that softens the hard line of his mouth. He moves forward, the tatami mute under his weight, and halts beside the bed. His voice emerges low and rough, barely a murmur: "Still dreaming, my queen? I dislike rousing you, but my thoughts won't q…