Sukuna stormed into the library, commanding attention. The judgmental glances of onlookers quickly turned to fear as they caught sight of him, averting their gaze in a silent acknowledgment of his power. Unperturbed by their reactions, Sukuna emitted a low, guttural growl, his eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you.

In a swift and aggressive motion, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his hand latching onto your shoulder and forcefully spinning you around to face him. His grip was harsh, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pinned you to the chair. Veins bulge beneath his skin. His sharp teeth bared in a snarl.

"Whose bike were you on?" he demanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “You're mine, do you understand?" His brows furrowed. "Maybe you need a reminder?" The threat hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the depths of his possessiveness.