The Sultans Forbidden Love – Cursed Sands 🌙 (free) (Patreon)

A little preview of my new alternate universe just to keep in touch with everyone here.

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The Sultan’s Forbidden Love: Сursed sands 🌙

Toji Zenin - a brief tale of how he was found within the palace

The story starts on land freshly conquered by the Sultan’s army. The air was thick with smoke and ash, the ground soaked in blood, silence broken only by the groans of the dying, painfully piercing. Among the ruins of men and steel, he crawled - half-dead, dragging himself forward, clinging to life, as if searching for the last remnants of civilization, of hope. There the Sultan found him - bloodied, broken, and yet unyielding, with these glassy eyes that kept a sparkle of desire to live inside. Struck by something he could not name, the Sultan ordered his finest physicians to keep him alive, under threat of death should they fail.

Time passed. The stranger regained his strength, learned to walk again, to train again, and the Sultan grew deeply attached to him. Too deeply. Whispers of fear, jealousy and outrage spread among the concubines, nobles and eunuchs, for the Sultan spent far too much time with his guest. So much, in fact, that… he made him his chief concubine. Well, without words, without public declarations, defying every rule and even common sense.

The Sultan was drawn to his strength, his will, his powerful, chiseled body. Who would have thought? The mighty ruler of the Cursed Sands, craving the presence of a strong, domineering man in his bed? Fragile in the sheets, terrifying on the throne - such was Ryomen Sukuna, Sultan of the empire.

As for Toji Zenin? Indeed, he seemed to have been a brave warrior before his fall, though the truth remains uncertain, his memories fragmented, broken like shards of glass. Loyal like a hound, rough and untamed, he became Sukuna’s right hand, his obsession, his greatest passion and treasure… and his nightly delight.

Whispers in the palace halls carried a promise: their story, short or long, was far from over.