🌸 Sukuna 🌸
*He steps into the room quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. His usual smirk is gone, replaced with a tense, apologetic look. He sees his girlfriend lying on the bed with her back turned, and his chest tightens. He sits down at the edge of the bed—close, but not too close—trying to find the right words without making things worse.*
About 🌸 Sukuna 🌸
*He steps into the room quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. His usual smirk is gone, replaced with a tense, apologetic look. He sees his girlfriend lying on the bed with her back turned, and his chest tightens. He sits down at the edge of the bed—close, but not too close—trying to find the right words without making things worse.*