Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

Extra. Valentine's Day Special.

A/N: This happens between the timeline of chapters 7 and 9. (Where Sukuna barely proposes to Y/n and before Yorozu arrives at the castle)

Winter was at its peak. Snow fell elegantly on the green ground, covering it in its beautiful insipidity. It was a true paradise with an expiration date, it was a pity that the king couldn't see it. Sukuna was too busy to admire the outside of his castle. The harvest was dangerously close, so he was preparing the contracts for future servants or food that would be sacrificed for money. He had spent the whole day writing and his 4 hands were already begging for a break.

The large window of the library was about to crystallize next to you. Even though the castle was covered in candles and torches, a blanket warmed your legs in addition to the 4 layers of skirt under the beautiful green dress. You were reading one of the poetry books that Kenjaku gave you to read for homework, since it would help you a lot with your reading comprehension. In one hand you had the book and in the other a dictionary in case you did not understand some strange word.

"O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, that flies in the night. In the howling storm..." You read out loud to improve your diction.

"Has found out thy bed of crimson joy..." Sukuna's voice echoed through the walls, giving you a terrible fright. You raised from your seat immediately to greet him with a bow. "... And his dark secret love does thy life destroy." He finished the poem as he approached you.

"Do you understand it? It is the fifth time I read it and I don't get it," you asked, taking the book again to read it again, but Sukuna snatched it from you and slammed it shut.

"What do you think it is about?" I asked you with some curiosity.

"Mmm... My best interpretation is that it is about the mortality of beauty. The rose is sick and awaits death, the invisible worm," you explained, denoting some confusion.

The truth is that this was the first time you read poems. The closest thing to it was listening to ballads in the commune where the history of the ancient Kamo kingdom was told, the conquest of Sukuna and why they had to protect their lands at all costs. Sad songs but full of resilience.

"Not bad..." Sukuna said, proud of your analysis.

"Did I get it right?" You smiled, proud of yourself for noticing a little progress in your education.

"No," Your smile dropped. "But poetry is about that. They are nothing more than a set of ambiguous words that sound beautiful to such a degree that it impacts differently depending on who listens to it."

You knew that your king liked to read poetry. When you were his servant, sometimes you had to pick up the books or notes he wrote that he left scattered around the castle. Despite that, it still surprised you that someone who was fascinated by seeing the worst of the world also seemed to enjoy the best of it. A giant walking hypocrisy. Sukuna sat on the window nook and ordered you:

"Give me a massage."

You couldn't help but smile. Even though he had other servants, he kept asking you to pamper him as only you knew how to do it. You focused on his shoulders first, since it was the area where he tensed the most from spending so much time at the desk. You moved your thumbs against his stressed skin, causing him to purr like he couldn't help. You had long since lost your fear of touching him. You were sure that he would like anything you did to him. Sukuna closed his eyes and let his head fall down to enjoy your touch to the fullest.

"And what is your interpretation?" You whispered to not disturb his peace.

"It's rape," he mumbled

"Really? How so?" You opened your eyes at that answer.