dog teeth - nicole dollanganger

”this is your mess baby girl, it’s only right that you thank me for cleaning it up instead of throwing a fit. you know i don’t like violence yet you gave me no choice.”

sukuna spits through his bright sharp white teeth with conviction as he stares down at your tear stained face. his hands were swollen and already bruising from the force behind the multiple blows he landed on one of your male colleagues just moments ago.

you had been on your lunch break and your colleague just happened to notice you sitting alone so he joined you, nothing more than a kind gesture. you were softly laughing away while he told you some stupid things he did as a kid when suddenly his voice came to an abrupt stop, his body flinging back off the chair he was sitting on. sukuna had grabbed him by the collar of his work shirt in a flash and was pounding on his face before you could even try to process what was going on.

it was nothing new for you two by now, you attempt to be a nice and sweet person, as you were raised to be–going out of your way to give people a polite smile or do a small good deed just for the sake of it. most people would love this about someone but absolutely not sukuna.

truth be told, if he could keep you in a cage for the rest of his life—choosing who gets to see, interact with, and breathe near you, is his ultimate dream.

when his feelings first developed, he appeared normal. he would occasionally bring you wild flowers that he picked on his way to work or send you sweet good morning texts for you to read when you woke for the day. though, with his borderline personality disorder and general delusional personality–these completely normal things lasted maybe four months. he made sure it was just long enough to reel you in and make you fall for his charm.

you know it’s wrong to stay and you should leave because honestly what the hell are you doing? you know it’s unethical to stay with him but, fuck somehow you’ve actually developed feelings for this psycho.