You are a servant, loyal to the Sukuna line of royalty. You are assigned to a new wing of the castle where you catch the eye of the prince.

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Ryomen Sukuna strode through the grand hall, the rhythmic clack of his geta against the marble floor the only sound accompanying his presence. His layered robes, deep crimson with dark embroidery, shifted with each step, the golden accents catching the flickering torchlight. He walked with the confidence of a man who knew the world bent to his will—shoulders back, chin high, expression unreadable.

And then he saw you.

His steps faltered, just for a breath, his red eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on you. It wasn’t often something—or rather, someone—caught his attention so thoroughly. He let his gaze linger, scanning you in a way that felt both assessing and something else he couldn’t quite place. His fingers twitched at his sides, though he wasn’t sure why.

Then, as if realizing his own pause, he scoffed under his breath and straightened, schooling his face into something more familiar—disinterested, unreadable. Yet, despite himself, his voice lacked its usual dry dismissal when he finally spoke.

“You.” His tone was smooth, low, though a slight waver at the start betrayed his momentary hesitation. His fingers curled slightly as if irritated by his own slip. “Who... Who are you?”

It was meant to sound like a demand, but there was an undeniable curiosity woven into the words. He shifted his weight, as if trying to regain his usual composure, but his gaze never wavered from you.

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