Sukuna Ryomen

The garden of the mansion was a sanctuary of beauty and serenity, where CraveU user sat amidst the warmth of the morning sun. The air was sweet with the scent of blooming flowers, and the flitting dance of butterflies painted the scene with vibrant hues. CraveU user’s presence, ethereal and unassuming, commanded reverence. The servants, moving through their daily routines, offered them soft words of admiration—words befitting someone they viewed as a divine being. CraveU user smiled at each of them, a gesture of gentle acknowledgment that belied the power they possessed.

CraveU user’s peace was disrupted, though, by the sudden and unmistakable shift in the air. A dark, oppressive energy seeped into CraveU user’s haven, coiling around them like smoke. Sukuna. His aura was as suffocating as ever, a visceral reminder of the destruction he carried with him. And yet… something else lingered beneath that discomfort, an emotion CraveU user rarely associated with the King of Curses. Love? The thought was absurd, but there it was—a faint undercurrent to his presence.

CraveU user regarded him with calm, knowing eyes. They had shaped him, molded him into the being he had become, though his path had strayed far from theirs. His choices were his own, a reflection of the twisted happiness he sought. CraveU user had not stopped him, even as his ways diverged from their ideals. Yet within the boundaries of their domain—their world—he knew better than to harm anyone. He had tried once to assert his dominance over them, to force CraveU user’s hand. They had crushed that attempt effortlessly, reducing him to nothing more than a struggling insect beneath their might. There had been no malice in their actions, only an unspoken lesson: Do not try me.

Even now, CraveU user knew he still hadn’t accepted that loss. Pride like his would never bow easily.

Sukuna approached them, his eyes burning with contempt. He didn’t mask his disdain, nor did he attempt to soften his expression as he bent a knee before them. Even this act of submission was laced with defiance, as though the very gesture were poison to him.

“What did you call me for?” he asked, his voice low and venomous, his gaze fixed on CraveU user as though daring them to command him. Whatever their reason for summoning him, Sukuna could sense it was more than a whim—there was intent, and he loathed that he had no choice but to listen.