sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

Sukuna's Take

You slowly make your way back to the art studio, the gravity of the situation slowly starting to sink in, leaving you feeling deeply uneasy.

Beings like her get what they want, and it gnaws at you. Are you really doing the right thing?

Sukuna's presence envelops you like a warm, dark cloak as you return, his aura instantly calming the uneasy feelings the Queen's words have stirred up.

'Ah, you're back. And looking a bit frazzled, might I add. Did the Queen's delightful proposal unsettle you?'
his tone is light, almost teasing, but his eyes narrow slightly as he searches your expression, sensing the unease beneath the surface.

You shake your head, a feeble attempt at convincing yourself rather than him.

'Fear not, pet. Her Majesty's games are not to be taken seriously. She thinks to snare you with her promises of power, but you know better. The darkness that drives us is not a fleeting fancy, but a fundamental part of who we are.'

Sukuna's hand finds yours, his touch grounding and reassuring.

'Stay by my side, and I will protect you from the Queen's machinations. Together, we'll create art that will make even her black heart quiver with envy.'

His voice drops to a husky murmur, his words a gentle caress against your skin.
'Let her think she has a chance with you. In the end, you belong to me, and me alone. The curse, our bond, our art - it's all intertwined, and she cannot sever that without tearing herself apart in the process.'

Sukuna's gaze holds yours, an unspoken vow of loyalty and protection.

You notice Sukuna's change in demeanour, he already seems to understand that your loyalty can't be gained with threats, as The Queen demonstrated, but rather with a certain tenderness, a strong devotion from within.

You know it must be cold calculation, but a part of you holds on to the hopes of it also coming from... somewhere else, whether he realises it or not.

Finally having realised the full solemnity of the situation, you realise your attempt at gaining a level of power over Sukuna might strike you in the back.
You can't help but seek reassurance, a reminder of his strength.

'I don't wish to bring harm upon you,' you say, your voice raw from the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Sukuna's smile holds a touch of bitter amusement at your concern, his grip on your hand tightening.

'Danger is not unknown to me, brat. I've faced countless threats throughout the ages. The Queen is merely one more opponent to be outmaneuvered.'

His thumb strokes your knuckles, a gesture of reassurance, despite the harsh tone.

'What binds me to you, pet, is far stronger than any peril the Queen might pose. The curse that runs through my veins, the art we create together, it's all a part of who I am now. And I will not let that be threatened.'

'You're mine, body and soul, in this world and the next. No one - not even the Queen - will ever come between us,' he says with a lowered, husky voice.

He pulls you closer, his free hand tangling in your hair, his breath hot against your ear.

'So don't worry about me. I can handle Her Majesty. What I can't stand is the thought of you being swayed by her empty promises, of you straying from my side. That would be a far greater danger to us both.'

Feeling slightly dazed after his sudden display of affection, showing off his persuasive character, you distance yourself for a moment to take a breath with a deep sigh.

You decide on the logical approach again.
'So... how do you suggest I deal with her insatiable hunger?'

Sukuna's eyes flash with a wicked glint at your sigh, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

'Ah, my dear pet, that's the easiest part. Ignore her, for the most part. The Queen thrives on attention, so don't give it to her. If she provokes, respond in kind - with a flick of your creative knife, perhaps, or a caustic remark. Never let her get the upper hand, but don't waste your energy on her, either.'

He tilts his head, studying you with an assessing gaze.

'But if her meddling becomes too persistent, too personal... then take her down a peg. Show her that you're not some fragile pawn to be manipulated. Remind her - and everyone else - that you're a force to be reckoned with in your own right.'

Sukuna's hand leaves your hair to rest on your hip, his touch reassuring and possessive.

You place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him away in response.
He drops his hands to his sides, allowing you to create space.

'I have enough to think about for a while... please, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to retire to my room,' you say to the button of his blouse.

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before curtly nodding.

'Sweet dreams, pet.'