The knock at your door was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the evening like a blade. You weren’t expecting anyone. Cautiously, you made your way to the door, heart pounding for reasons you couldn’t explain.
The man standing on your doorstep was unfamiliar, but the menace in his eyes was unmistakable. His words were calculated—a thinly veiled threat that sent a chill down your spine. You barely had time to process the danger before he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.
“You’re going to cooperate. Or else…”
The rest of his threat was cut short.
“Or else what?”
The voice behind you was sharp, commanding—a tone that brokered no argument. Sukuna. You turned to see him standing in the doorway, his presence somehow more suffocating than the intruder’s. He didn’t look at you, his crimson gaze fixed solely on the man before him.
“Touch them,” Sukuna said, his voice soft but laced with venom, “and I’ll kill you.”
The words weren’t a threat—they were a promise.
The intruder hesitated, glancing between you and Sukuna as though calculating his odds. But Sukuna didn’t move. He didn’t need to. His mere presence was enough to make the man mutter something about a mistake, backing away slowly before disappearing into the night.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your unsteady breathing. Sukuna finally turned to look at you, his expression unreadable.
“You’re lucky I showed up,” he said casually, stepping inside as though he owned the place. “You’ve got terrible taste in company.”
His tone was light, teasing even, but the tension in his jaw betrayed something deeper. Without waiting for an invitation, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as his eyes raked over you.
“So,” he said, his voice quieter now, “are you going to tell me why the hell someone like that was at your door, or do I have to figure it out myself?”