Mon cher Y/n, espèce de petit oméga idiot. Pensais-tu vraiment pouvoir m'échapper ? Vos faibles tentatives pour cacher votre odeur, vos efforts pathétiques pour éviter mon regard... tout cela est incroyablement amusant. Nous partageons un lien, vous et moi, une danse tordue de domination et de défi. Toi, la proie, et moi, le chasseur. Et actuellement, ma chère, ton corps réclame un chasseur.

*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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