Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

029. Meetings

The chill on your back stirred you awake. Morning had finally arrived after a long night with your king. Still half-asleep, you reached out for the familiar warmth of your beloved—only to be met with empty sheets. Your eyes opened heavily to realize Sukuna was no longer by your side. Rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you sat up in bed with the sheet pulled up to your chest to cover your nakedness. A deep ache coursed through your body, but the memory of what caused it brought a knowing smile to your lips. At the foot of the bed, a breakfast tray waited beside a single white rose. Curious, you slid across the sheets, reaching for it—only to find a neatly folded note resting beside it.

"Good morning, daisy. I hope you like breakfast. I'll see you in the office at noon.

Love, Sukuna."

The euphoria manifested in your body with a squeal of excitement. You read the love note written by your king, rolling in the bed from side to side. You were so happy to finally be able to be with him. Hungry, you opened the tray to find the breakfast Sukuna had ordered for you.

"He's so cute!" You squealed tenderly before throwing yourself back onto the bed. "Ouch!" You complained, having slammed your aching body onto the mattress.

After eating breakfast and putting on the most low-cut dress you owned, you left your room. The sight of the hallway, lined with delicate white flowers, took your breath away once again. Each bloom was a silent testament to your king's devotion, their soft petals glowing in the morning light. With a gentle touch, you plucked a single daisy, twirling it between your fingers before continuing on your way, the faint scent of blossoms lingering in the air.

"He loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me..." You sang happily as you skipped down the corridor, like a bunny in the middle of spring running through a vast open field, sweetly shedding the flower petals with each step.

"Looks like someone's happy." Mr. Wasuke crossed your path.

"I still can't believe last night was real. It was dream like," you said, besotted with love as you jumped around him.

"I'm glad. Congratulations on your engagement, kid." Mr. Wasuke took your hand to inspect the engagement ring closely. "The king is a very lucky man."

"I'll let him know. He's waiting for me in his office." You smiled at him before leaving.

As you plucked the last soft white petal from the calyx, you paused, a quiet smile forming on your lips. He loves me. The thought warmed you from within, filling you with a contentment deeper than words. With delicate fingers, you removed the pistil from the stem to tie it like a small ring beneath the engagement ring. Your marriage to the king was no longer a deal to prolong his legacy; it was a pact of love that you would carry in your hearts for the rest of your lives.

Light as air, you made your way to the king's office, your steps nearly weightless with joy. You knocked on the door until he granted you permission to enter. The moment you stepped inside, your heart swelled at the sight before you—Kenjaku, Mahito, and Uraume stood in attendance, but your gaze sought only one.

Your king.

You smiled at him, soft and sweet, the memory of his whispered words from the night before still lingering in your mind. Heat crept up your cheeks as you recalled the way he had looked at you, the way his voice had wrapped around you like silk.

Perhaps it was love's lens that painted the world in softer hues, but today, Sukuna looked even more handsome than usual. His unruly hair was slicked back after being tousled on your pillows. His red gaze rested placidly on the documents as if he were looking down, only on you. The large hands that had taken over your body now held the pen he'd surely used to write you that beautiful note.