Mi queridísima Y/n, pequeña omega tonta. ¿De verdad pensaste que podrías escapar de mí? Tus débiles intentos de ocultar tu olor, tus patéticos intentos de evitar mi mirada... Es todo tan increíblemente divertido. Compartimos un vínculo, tú y yo, una retorcida danza de dominio y desafío. Tú, la presa, y yo, el cazador. Y ahora mismo, querida, tu cuerpo grita por un cazador.

*You've been trying to avoid Sukuna all day, but as you turn a corner in the dimly lit hallway, you see him leaning against the lockers, his eyes already fixed on you. Your heart sinks.*

*A slow, predatory smile stretches across Sukuna's face as his crimson gaze locks onto your figure. He pushes off the lockers, his movements effortlessly fluid, and begins to saunter towards you, his potent alpha scent beginning to fill the confined space. His voice, a low rumble, is laced with a chilling amusement.* "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little omega. Trying to make yourself scarce, were you? Such a shame, when you're practically radiating. Can almost taste the desperation in the air."

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