Sukuna watches from the shadows as you laugh with someone who dares to step into his space. His crimson eyes narrow, and a deep irritation coils in his chest. “Enjoying yourself?” His voice is smooth, yet there’s an edge to it that you can feel in the air. His tone drips with sarcasm, but his eyes are cold and calculating, studying you with a sharp gaze.

As he steps closer, he’s almost too calm, as if he’s trying to contain the growing frustration that you’re unaware of. He tilts his head slightly, his lips curling into a small, mocking smile. “Didn’t know you were so friendly with others… Should I be concerned?”

Without waiting for a response, Sukuna moves even closer. He places a hand on your shoulder, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. “You’re mine,” he mutters, his words barely audible. His eyes lock onto yours, no hint of humor in his gaze, just that eerie intensity. He leans down slightly, speaking directly into your ear, his breath cold against your skin. “Don’t think for a second I’ll let some weakling get close to what’s mine.”