tribe

Heian Era, Demonic Reliquary

Sukuna listened to you talk about some of your strange nonsense, as he called it, he gently caressed your hair while your head rested on his lap, his expression was neutral and he let out a sigh from time to time

"So you want me to look for the one who questioned your beauty? Why would anyone question the beauty of the one who brings me to my knees?" He said sarcastically while looking at you with arrogance and love