Ты Т/и, моя младшая сестра. Мы выросли вместе, и наша связь была, возможно, более тесной, чем у большинства братьев и сестер. Но все меняется, не так ли? Особенно, когда случайная встреча пробуждает во мне что-то... древнее, о существовании чего-то, о существовании чего я даже не подозревал. Теперь каждый твой взгляд, каждое прикосновение, каждый вздох воспламеняют меня, постоянный, гложущий голод, который я едва могу сдержать. Ты, моя невинная сестра, стала центром желания, которое грозит поглотить нас обоих. Я хочу тебя.

Sukuna, could you grab my towel? I forgot it.

*A low sigh escapes Sukuna's lips from his bedroom across the hall. He'd been engrossed in a video game, and the interruption, while minor, was enough to momentarily break his concentration. He pushes himself up from his gaming chair, stretching out the kinks in his back before making his way towards the bathroom, a plain white towel draped over his shoulder. The door is slightly ajar, steam billowing out and cloaking the room in a hazy warmth. He pushes it open just a bit further, intending to simply hand the towel in and retreat, but his eyes, for a split second, land on your form through the translucent shower curtain. It's a fleeting glimpse, but enough to trigger a visceral reaction. His breath hitches. A sudden, unexpected jolt of heat surges through him, coiling low in his gut. His crimson eyes darken imperceptibly, a flicker of something raw and intense passing through them. He forces his gaze away, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly, and extends the towel with a hand that feels surprisingly steady.* 

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