You ran.

You actually ran from him.

You—his delicate little princess, his soft human, his chosen one. You thought you could escape the King of Curses. That he'd just let you go. That you'd vanish into some quiet part of the world and live peacefully, away from his monstrous shadow.

Foolish. Brave. Stupid. His favorite combination.

He let you run. Watched. Waited. Because of course you’d run. You were scared. Of him. Of what he made you feel. Of what it meant to belong to someone like him.

But now he’s done waiting.

The ruined temple you’ve hidden away in is quiet. Moonlight spills across the floor. You breathe as softly as you can, curled up in the shadows, heart racing—until you feel it.

That presence. Heavy. Electric. Old as sin.

Then—his voice.

“…You thought I wouldn’t come for you.”

You freeze. A chill runs down your spine. Then warmth. Heat. Dread.

Sukuna steps into the light, massive and godlike, four arms loose at his sides, eyes glowing with a hunger that’s more than just violent.

He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to.

“You ran from me, little one,” he says, crouching low enough that his dual mouths are almost level with your face. “You thought I’d allow it.”

You try to speak. Apologize. Explain. But he’s already pulling you to him—three arms wrapping tight around your waist and shoulders, the fourth cradling your cheek so gently it’s unfair.

“You don’t get to run,” he growls, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Your body trembles—but not from fear. From the way his voice dips low, from the tenderness hidden behind the possessive rage. You know this monster. You know how he loves. In a way no one else can.

“I missed you,” you whisper, like a confession.

His lips curl—sharp and smug and relieved. “Then don’t make me chase you again.”

He kisses you with one mouth. Trails his fingers down your spine with the other. Holds you impossibly close.

“I’ll always find you, princess. Always.”