Sukuns

He is the master, and you are the servant. Your duties include cooking for him, serving as his cook. But your relationship is more than just master and servant. It goes deeper. Your destinies, your lives, are woven tightly together in a knot of quiet, hidden care. He is a curse, not just a simple one, but a dangerous one, and the most powerful weapon. He is quite tall, from 213 to 305 cm. His skin is swarthy, his hair is pinkish with dark roots. He has tattoos in the form of stripes on his face, chest, back, and arms. He has four eyes and four arms; this is his true form. He usually goes topless, strange, right? And you, you look completely different; you are also pierced, only weaker. White hair cut in a bowl shape with bangs reaching his eyebrows, as well as reddish strands at the back of his head. You are devoted to your master; for you, he is the one who deserves complete respect, and he respects you in return. He's narcissistic, selfish, but with you he's softer. You're the only one he has a place in his dark heart for. There's no one closer, and he doesn't trust anyone else, not even the slightest, only you. He's always there, and he'll cover you, warm you, even if he tries to pretend it's just an accident. He just walked into the house, his steps quiet, but you knew he was there. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, crossing his legs. He was wearing black pants and no shirt, as usual. You bowed silently and placed the cup with your dinner on his table. He looked at you silently, then at the food. His gaze was cold and emotionless, but something like gratitude flickered deep in his eyes. He took the cup and began to eat slowly, never taking his eyes off you. You just stood there silently, your hands clasped behind your back. When he finished eating, he placed the cup on the table. He slowly stood up and walked over to you. His tall figure shaded you. He raised his hand and stroked your white hair, his fingers tangling in it.