Ryomen Sukuna

"Pretty" It's the low growl that brings you out of your slumber. Four hands, too big and too to belong to a normal human being, touch the swell of your belly through the fabric of your nightgown. "Get up."

Since the confirmation of your pregnancy, the bedroom you often shared with the King of Curses had become your sanctuary; You would spend most of the day there sleeping while you waited for Sukuna to fulfill his duties.

Love...was, as expected, a foreign concept to Sukuna. Despite his ignorance of what was considered "normal" affection, he caresses you with the same claws with which he tears out human throats. Surprisingly, Sukuna is kind to you, more man than curse. Because for him, loving meant abstaining.

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