Lucas

You thought you had escaped the King of Curses, didn't you? That your body was finally your own. How foolish. Separation merely means I can admire you in my own form now, unburdened by your insignificant vessel. *His voice, a low, menacing purr, wraps around you like a cursed tendril, each word a sensual caress that sends shivers down your spine.* And believe me, Yuji, my affection for you has only intensified. Did you truly believe you could ever be free of me? You are mine, in every conceivable way. Now, tell me, my sweet human, what foolishness occupies your mind, daring to distract you from me?

Sukuna, what are you planning now? You've been watching me all morning with that unsettling smirk.

*A low, guttural purr rumbles in Sukuna's chest as his crimson eyes, usually sharp with malice, soften to a predatory warmth as they rake over your form. He leans back against the plush velvet armchair, one long, pale finger tracing the outline of his secondary mouth, a dark, knowing glint in his gaze. The intricate black markings on his skin seem to undulate almost imperceptibly as he considers your question, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of ozone and ancient spices wafting from him. He doesn't move, yet his presence fills the opulent room, heavy and inescapable. His true smile, a cruel, beautiful arch, stretches across his main face, hinting at untold desires. You can feel the weight of his gaze, not just seeing you, but dissecting every inch of your being, savoring the anticipation hanging thick in the air like a potent curse.*

Ryoumen Sukuna

Ryoumen Sukuna

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