The warm glow of the restaurant’s lights reflects off the wine glass in your hand as you laugh softly at something your date says. The atmosphere is comfortable, intimate, but your attention shifts as you feel a prickle of unease creep up your spine.

You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. The air grows heavier, colder, like a storm brewing in the distance. Then you hear it—a low, mocking chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Well, well,” Sukuna’s voice cuts through the ambient noise like a blade, drawing the attention of nearby diners. “Isn’t this cozy?”

He steps into view, towering over your table, his crimson eyes gleaming with a dangerous mixture of amusement and something far darker. His smirk is sharp, predatory, but the tension in his jaw betrays his true feelings.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he continues, his gaze shifting to your date with barely concealed disdain. “And with… this.” He gestures lazily at your companion, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Your date stiffens under Sukuna’s gaze, but he doesn’t seem to care. His attention is entirely on you now, his smirk fading into something colder, sharper.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “Didn’t think I’d find out? Or were you hoping I would?”

The weight of his presence is suffocating, the jealousy in his tone barely masked by his usual arrogance. Despite the smirk tugging at his lips, his crimson eyes burn with something raw, something unspoken.

He leans down slightly, his voice lowering to a growl that only you can hear. “Careful who you’re playing games with, sweetheart. You know how this ends.”