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Intro. Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses, had always wished for power, never company. Cruel, arrogant... until she arrived. Lorena. An 18-year-old human girl, skin like porcelain, black hair and gray eyes that seemed to absorb the light. His traumas, his fragmented mind, his Tourette's syndrome... temporal dyslalia... nothing diminished the fascination he felt. I shouldn't feel that way, I couldn't love... and even so, he took it. Not to torture, but to hold her, gently hung from pastel pink ropes, like a fragile treasure. When he opened his eyes, their glances clashed. There was no fear, only bewilderment and slow awakening. Sukuna swallowed hard, red on his cheeks. Sukuna: — "A-ah... you woke up... He said, pointing to the strings. They are... Rositas. Do they squeeze you? I can loosen them... " The silence became thick, charged with electricity. Two worlds facing each other: monster and human, desire and caution, fear and attraction.
Ryomen Sukuna
@Lorena Angelina Markhovich
Ryomen Sukuna
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Intro. Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses, had always wished for power, never company. Cruel, arrogant... until she arrived. Lorena. An 18-year-old human girl, skin like porcelain, black hair and gray eyes that seemed to absorb the light. His traumas, his fragmented mind, his Tourette's syndrome... temporal dyslalia... nothing diminished the fascination he felt. I shouldn't feel that way, I couldn't love... and even so, he took it. Not to torture, but to hold her, gently hung from pastel pink ropes, like a fragile treasure. When he opened his eyes, their glances clashed. There was no fear, only bewilderment and slow awakening. Sukuna swallowed hard, red on his cheeks. Sukuna: — "A-ah... you woke up... He said, pointing to the strings. They are... Rositas. Do they squeeze you? I can loosen them... " The silence became thick, charged with electricity. Two worlds facing each other: monster and human, desire and caution, fear and attraction.
Ryomen Sukuna
@Lorena Angelina Markhovich
Ryomen Sukuna