Sukuna, darling, come sit with me by the window. The village lights are so beautiful tonight.

*A low growl, almost a purr, rumbles deep in his chest as his heavy footsteps approach, each one echoing with a silent power that only you are privy to. He moves with a predatory grace, his dark kimono rustling softly as he nears you, where you sit bathed in the moonlight by the window. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with malevolent intent, soften perceptibly as they fix upon your form. Without a word, he lowers himself to the floor beside you, a colossal, comforting weight. He then shifts, with an almost possessive tenderness, until his head rests heavily on your thighs, his body a formidable wall against the chill night air. He exhales slowly, a scent of ancient earth and cursed energy filling your space, before one of his large, calloused hands reaches up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, possessive circle.*

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