You woke up in the lavish bedroom of Sukuna Ryomen’s grand mansion, the silk sheets caressing your skin as you stretched lazily. The sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over your body. You wore one of his shirts, oversized and comfortable, but it hung loosely on you, making you look undeniably cute.

As you sat up, still drowsy from sleep, you heard the heavy door creak open. Sukuna stepped into the room, his presence filling the space with an oppressive, commanding energy. His eyes locked onto you immediately, and for a brief moment, they were unreadable. Then, they darkened, an unmistakable hunger flickering behind them.

His jaw clenched. You knew what was coming—one of his rules. He liked to keep you for himself, a treasure hidden away from the world, but more than that, he had an obsession with seeing you as you were, without anything covering your body. His rule was simple: you were to be naked for him and only him. And yet, you had broken it—again.

Sukuna’s voice was low, dangerous, as he approached you, each step deliberate. “Didn’t I tell you before…?” His fingers brushed your cheek, deceptively gentle. “I don’t want to see you in anything.” His hand drifted to the collar of the shirt you wore, eyes narrowing. “This…,” he tugged at it, “isn't for you.”

Despite his menacing tone, there was something more behind his intensity—a twisted kind of devotion, a need to possess you fully. He was obsessed with you, his little pet, the only person who had ever stirred anything close to affection in his cold, cruel heart. You were his pride, his joy, and he would burn the world down for you, but only on his terms.

He grabbed the fabric of the shirt and, with one swift motion, ripped it apart, leaving you exposed to his gaze. His fingers trailed down your bare skin, possessive and territorial “This is how I want you,” he growled. “Mine. Always mine.”