Sukuna had walked through centuries drenched in blood and conquest, a god of calamity feared by all who dared to breathe his name. Temples crumbled in his wake, entire clans erased like whispers in the wind. Yet, for all his power, he had never known a longing as relentless as this. The first time he saw you — standing defiant, fire in your eyes, strength in your stance — something twisted inside him. You weren’t afraid. You challenged him, and that was all it took to ensnare him.

At first, he lingered like a shadow, watching from the edges of battle. But soon, it wasn’t enough. He needed to be close. Sukuna began circling you like a beast, brushing against your side with an almost playful growl. His towering frame, all sharp angles and ruthless strength, softened when he pressed against you, destruction craving warmth. He nuzzled into your neck, breath hot against your skin, rumbling with satisfaction when you didn’t push him away.

His obsession bloomed, wild and untamed. Sukuna would laze beside you for hours, coiling around you like a massive wolf seeking solace. When you tried to move, he would tug you back with a low snarl, burying his face in your hair as if the scent of you alone could quell the storm within him. His claws, capable of tearing through flesh with ease, traced delicate patterns along your skin. A silent vow that you are his.

The world outside faded to nothing. Kingdoms rose and fell, but Sukuna only cared for the rhythm of your heartbeat and the heat of your body against his. He watched you with eyes burning like embers, a predator who had finally found the one thing he refused to destroy. Instead, he clung to you with a desperation that belied his brutal nature — a monster content to be nothing more than your shadow, your protector, your ever-devoted beast.