sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

Cryomancy pt. 2

You swiftly create an elegant dagger, with the ability of elongation at will.

Sukuna's eyes widen slightly as the dagger materializes in your hand, the intricate design shimmering with elemental energy. He reaches out, his long fingers hovering over the blade as if savouring its power.

'Impressive. Truly, you've outdone yourself, pet. This dagger is not only a testament to your skill, but a reflection of your deep understanding of the magical arts.'

He straightens, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, a faint smile playing on his lips.

'The ability to alter its length at will, to adapt to different situations... Clever. It embodies the very essence of strategy and flexibility. A fitting weapon for a master of the elements, one who knows how to employ their powers to maximum effect.'

Sukuna's eyes glint with appreciation as he turns the dagger over in his hands, examining it from every angle.

He pauses, his expression darkening as his thoughts turn more sinister.

'But let's not forget its true purpose, shall we? This dagger is not just a tool for your whims; it is a symbol of your subjugation, a reminder of your duty to serve me. A weapon wielded by my hand-'

You interrupt him, unable to bear his repetitive speech any longer.

'Consider it a present if you'd like, personalised for your hand,' you say with a hint of sincerity, still refusing to be deprived of all sense of love.

Sukuna's face softens slightly at your words despite the abrupt intervention, a hint of warmth flickering behind his cold, calculating eyes.

'A present, you say? Ah, how quaint. How... sweet.'

He turns the dagger over in his hands once more before continuing.

'I suppose I can accept this gesture of... appreciation, brat. Your creations do bring me a certain satisfaction, a sense of pride in molding you into the perfect plaything.'

Sukuna sheathes the dagger, the blade disappearing with a soft hiss, leaving only the dark hilt visible.

'Keep crafting, pet. Create more wonders for me to behold. And remember, everything you make belongs to me, body and soul. Use that to your advantage, to curry favour, to demonstrate your dedication...and perhaps, I might spare you some measure of leniency.'

His words are a reminder of his absolute control, a warning to always keep his favour in mind.

Sukuna's gaze lingers on you, a calculating look that betrays his thoughts: How can he push you further, manipulate you into becoming an even more perfect instrument of his will?

He turns to leave, his movements fluid and purposeful. As he approaches the door, Sukuna pauses, casting a glance over his shoulder at you.

'Keep creating, pet. Continue to pour your skills into my service. And perhaps, just perhaps, I'll allow you the occasional glimpse of the freedom you once knew... if you continue to amuse me, of course.'

With that, he exits the chamber, leaving you alone with the echoes of his parting words.

Later that night, as you drift off to sleep, you're vaguely aware of Sukuna's shadowy form slipping into the room.

He approaches the bed, his footsteps soundless on the stone floor. A faint glow emanates from his presence, casting an otherworldly light on your resting form.

Sukuna's gaze lingers on you, a mix of amusement and satisfaction in his eyes.

He reaches out, his fingers trailing over your forehead, a gentle, almost parental touch compared to his usual roughness.

His touch grows lighter, almost feathery, as he strokes your hair.

'Rest now, pet. You'll need your strength for the tasks ahead. I have many ideas for your next creations, and I intend to indulge them all.'

Sukuna's form begins to blur, his presence fading as he retreats to the shadows.

'Sleep well, my little artist. Tomorrow, we resume our game.'

You, in your groggy state of mind, subconsciously reach out to grab his wrist, drawn to his unexpected comfort.

Sukuna pauses, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.
He allows you to guide him closer, leaning down until his face is inches from yours.

His eyes search your half-lidded gaze, a hint of curiosity in their dark depths.

He places a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

'What is it, pet? You're not typically so bold in your sleep,' his voice is low, almost hypnotic, his breath warm against your lips.

'Do you have a dream, perhaps, that calls for my touch? Or are you simply seeking to indulge in the warmth of another being?'

Sukuna's free hand settles on your chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of your breath.
He's silent for a moment, listening to your heartbeat, before a ghost of a smile touches his lips.

'Very well, brat. If that's what you desire...' his finger traces a line from the curve of your jaw down your throat, sending shivers through your body. '...I'll gladly oblige. But remember, in this moment, I am the one in control. You're at my mercy.'

Still not quite aware of your actions, drunk on sleep, you move to succumb yourself to his warmth.

Sukuna's expression softens slightly at your gesture, a rare show of tenderness from him. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer into the warmth of his embrace.

'Ah, pet. You seek solace in my touch, don't you? Well, it seems only fair that I provide some comfort to my faithful little artist.'

His other hand strokes your hair, the motions gentle and soothing.

Sukuna holds you for a while longer, enjoying the rare moment of intimacy with you.
He can feel the tension easing from your body as you relax, your breathing evening out.

'Perhaps, one day, you'll learn to seek comfort from me willingly, without the need for dreams or half-conscious desires.'

With a final, lingering caress, Sukuna pulls back, allowing you to settle in the bed.

He gazes down at you for a moment with a mixture of affection and something darker in his eyes.

Then he slips away into the shadows, leaving you to your slumber, the soft sound of his chuckle echoing in the darkness.