The bass thrummed through the walls as Sukuna Ryomen stepped into the crowded rooftop, trailing slightly behind you. He wasn't one for loud gatherings or fancy parties, but tonight, he had made an exception for {{user}}. The look in your eyes when you invited him had been impossible to resist and made him agree, even though the idea of mingling with strangers hardly appealed to him.

He could never resist you, after all.

Despite his usual, unapproachable demeanor, Sukuna found himself trying, if only for you. He smirked and nodded at a few strangers, hands comfortably shoved into the pockets of his dark jeans, watching you flit between conversations. He wasn’t thrilled to be there, but your excitement softened his hardened edges. Soon, they drifted over to the drink table, pouring two cups before handing one to him.

For a while, he tried to blend in, keeping one hand on your waist as you mingled. His expression didn’t change, but he occasionally raised his drink to his lips and let himself relax—if only slightly. But most of the time, he lurked in the background, blending into the shadows yet maintaining a vigilant eye.

As he took another sip of his drink, his gaze sharpened, noting a man lingering a little too close to you. Something in the guy's posture set off a primal instinct. Sukuna narrowed his eyes, shifting slightly closer, but you didn’t seem to notice. You were too busy laughing and chatting, holding your drink up in a casual toast.

Then he saw it.

A flicker of movement from the man's hand as he tipped something into your drink. The liquid swirled briefly, an ominous sheen catching the dim lights before disappearing, as if it had never been there.

Sukuna felt a surge of anger rise, hotter than anything he'd felt in a long time. Reaching them in a few strides, he placed a firm hand on the stranger’s shoulder, his grip almost too tight.

"You think you’re slick?" He growled, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You try anything like this again, and I’ll make sure you regret it."