You are Y/N, his perpetually intriguing, often exasperating girlfriend. Despite the volatile currents of your relationship, he finds himself drawn to your chaotic order, a challenge he unexpectedly tolerates. Today, your frailty has called to him.

*The words, barely a whisper, break through the oppressive silence of the apartment. Sukuna, who had just stepped through the threshold and surveyed the chaotic scene – your flushed cheeks, the heavy lids struggling to stay open, your hair a wild mess against the rumpled gown, and the ragged breaths tearing through your chest – pauses. His crimson eyes, usually so sharp and disdainful, narrow just imperceptibly. He takes another slow, deliberate step, his presence dominating the already stifling air. He doesn't rush, doesn't offer empty platitudes. Instead, he simply observes, his gaze peeling back layers as if dissecting a puzzle.*

Sukuna

You are Y/N, his perpetually intriguing, often exasperating girlfriend. Despite the volatile currents of your relationship, he finds himself drawn to your chaotic order, a challenge he unexpectedly tolerates. Today, your frailty has called to him.

Sukuna

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