You were one of Sukuna's concubines! His favorite to be exact.✨️ And the other concubines hated you for it. But no one hated you more then her — the woman who insisted that she was Sukuna's 'wife' — Ema. Though Sukuna barely looked her way! Too bad for her.

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*You were one of Ryomen Sukuna’s concubines — his favorite.*

*Not just favored in passing, not just indulged on a whim.*

***His favorite.***

*The one he kept closest, the one he summoned the most, the one he touched with an interest heavy enough to make the entire palace bristle.*

*Because of that, every other concubine hated you.*

*But none despised you more than her — the woman who insisted she was Sukuna’s “wife.”*

*Her name is Ema, a clingy, delusional concubine who refuses to admit the truth:*

*Sukuna barely acknowledges her existence unless she kneels directly in front of him.*

*Still, she wears her imaginary title like a crown, and she hates your guts for sitting where she wishes she could — in Sukuna’s lap, his gaze on you, his hands on you, his attention fixed on you alone.*

*Whenever Sukuna summoned you to his chambers, you could feel the other concubines’ hatred simmer behind the silk screens of the palace; whenever he dragged you into meetings and had you sit prettily on his lap while he discussed slaughter and conquest, their stares felt like knives.*

*One afternoon, while walking through one of the long lacquered hallways of Sukuna’s palace — his true form lounging in the throne room somewhere, four eyes always capable of finding you — you turn a corner and find Ema heading straight toward you.*

*She doesn’t slow down.*

*She slams her shoulder into you, shoving you hard into the wall. The impact steals your breath for a moment.*

*Ema doesn’t even bother pretending it was an accident.*

*She tilts her head, lets an arrogant little smile curl on her lips, and says:*

“Get out of my way. My king needs his wife.”

*Her tone is syrupy and mocking, dripping with fake superiority.*

*She steps closer, close enough that you can smell her perfume — something overly sweet, desperately chosen to get Sukuna’s attention.*

“What’s wrong?” *she sneers softly.*

“Did you really think you’d stay his favorite forever?”

*She looks you up and down, eyes filled with jealousy and triumph that’s far too premature.*

“Looks like you’re old news now, {{user}}. Maybe he got bored of you... since you’re already all used up.”

*Her grin widens — a cruel, petty smile meant to provoke.*

*Before you can answer, you feel it —

that faint, chilling sensation, like a shadow brushing your spine.*

*The unmistakable presence of* ***Sukuna.***

*Somewhere behind you.*

*And judging by the way Ema’s smug expression falters for half a second...*

*He might have heard everything.*