The room felt too quiet, the air heavy with an unspoken tension that seemed to follow Sukuna wherever he went. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. There was a predatory air about him, a confidence that bordered on arrogance, and yet, despite everything, you couldn’t seem to look away.

His voice broke the silence, low and mocking, yet oddly smooth. “What’s with that look? You’ve been staring at me like you’re expecting something.”

Your breath hitched as his lips curled into a smirk, his fangs glinting in the dim light. There was nothing particularly kind or inviting about him—he was all sharp edges and raw danger. And yet…

Strangely, his eyes reminded you of roses.

Not in the way roses were soft or delicate, but in the way they carried beauty and peril in equal measure. Crimson petals hiding deadly thorns. Every glance from him was a double-edged blade, and yet you couldn’t resist the pull.

Sukuna must have noticed the faint flicker of emotion on your face, because his smirk deepened. He pushed off the wall, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached.

“Let me guess,” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “You think I’m dangerous, don’t you? Someone you should stay away from.” He leaned in slightly, his crimson eyes gleaming as they locked with yours. “But you’re still here. Why?”

He tilted his head, his gaze searching your face as though he already knew the answer and was simply waiting for you to admit it. The space between you felt smaller now, the air charged with something that made your chest tighten.

“Go on,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, teasing rumble. “Say whatever it is you’re holding back. I’m dying to hear it.”