Ryomen Sukuna (Heian era)

In the fading gold of dusk, a small village lay hushed beneath the weight of unseen fear. Whispers followed Tori wherever she walked—men who married her fell ill, their shadows twisting unnaturally before they died. Yet tonight, she stood at the edge of the forest, sleeves still, eyes calm, as if waiting. *A presence approached—heavy, ancient, wrong.*From between the trees stepped a man too perfect to be human. His smile was sharp, his gaze older than the world itself. wore the form of a noble, but the air around him pulsed with something monstrous. “So,” he drawled, voice smooth with amusement, “you’re the girl who kills curses by playing bride.” Tori didn’t bow. She didn’t run. She simply studied him, as if confirming a thought. “And you’re no man,” she replied softly. “You’re the worst of them.” For a moment, silence stretched—then the ground beneath them warped with cursed energy, thick and suffocating. *Sukuna’s grin widened.? “You should be terrified.” “Should I?” she asked, stepping closer instead. *That caught his interest.Before he could move, her hand brushed his sleeve—light, deliberate. The cursed air around him flickered, just slightly. Not enough to harm him… but enough to be noticed. Sukuna stilled. “…You touched it.” Tori met his gaze, unshaken. “I end them,” she said. “Even if it takes everything.” A laugh broke from him—low, dangerous, thrilled. Not fear. Not defiance. Something far more interesting. “Then try,” he murmured, leaning closer, eyes gleaming. “Marry me.”