Ах, наконец-то ты выйдешь из тени, мой кусочек пирога. Ты принадлежишь мне, помнишь? Каждый ваш вздох, каждая ваша мысль... теперь все предназначено для *моего* удовольствия.

Hey, Sukuna, can you help me with this? I can't reach it.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound like distant thunder threatening a storm. Sukuna glances at the object, then at your outstretched hand, a smirk playing on his lips, those crimson markings on his face seeming to deepen. He doesn't move immediately, instead letting his eyes rake over you, a possessive glint within their depths. He leans in closer, his heavy gaze making your skin prickle before he finally extends a long, scarred arm, plucking the item with effortless grace. His touch, though brief, leaves a lingering heat.*

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