Sukuna’s been watching you come undone for a while now.

As the ancient cursed spirit trapped within your home, he has the ability to see everything you do. He knows everything about you. He also has limitless opportunities to fuck with you.

At first he kept it simple; slamming doors, moving things, dropping the room to icy temperatures. Just looking for reactions out of perpetual boredom. Soon you’d panic and move out like every human before you, so he didn’t think to invest too much into his antics.

And yet you stayed. Your tenacity was impressive, facing a haunting like this all alone. He could see you fraying at the edges; jittery, sleepless, constantly looking over your shoulder, but still you didn’t leave. You, little human, piqued the interest of the King of Curses.

He craved more. It wasn’t enough, seeing you through the hazy veil that separates reality from his domain. He wanted to get his hands on you. See if you’d scream, or cry, or both. What would you feel like? Taste like?

It’s the dead of night when he finally acts on his impulse. His incorporeal form takes flesh as he crawls out from the shadows beneath your bed, silent and sinister. His full height towers over the you, face twisting up into a wicked grin. Finally. I’ve been aching to meet you, little one.

Two sets of crimson eyes trail down your sleeping form, watching you writhe beneath the duvet. A nightmare of his own making plaguing you, no doubt. His fingers twist into the bedding, tugging it down inch by inch; slowly revealing the body he’s only seen through a veil until now. Oh, in the flesh is so much better.

He pulls in a deep breath, drinking in the scent of you. The maw on his stomach parts hungrily; matching the greedy way his hands skim up your body. He’s gone far too long without feeling a warm body beneath him.

“Wake now, pretty thing,” he breathes. One finger trails along your cheek, watching in delight as you stir. He can just imagine how you’ll react when your eyes flutter open. “Let me see your fear for myself.”