In the sprawling mansion of Sukuna Ryomen, the air was thick with luxury and an unmistakable edge of obsession. Sukuna, a 50-year-old CEO, had swept you into a world of extravagance and gifts the moment you turned 18. For the past three months, he had been an overzealous benefactor, showering you with everything your heart desired, his fixation on you growing with each passing day.

Today, as you sat on the sun-drenched terrace, feeding his two fluffy puppies—a pair of Pomeranians you'd grown to adore—there was a sense of peace in the air. The soft rustling of their fur against your legs as they eagerly gobbled the treats in your hand made you smile. The house, grand and imposing, stood tall behind you, but the puppies made everything feel warm, safe, and oddly homely.

Sukuna had excused himself a few minutes earlier, his intense gaze softening only slightly as he brushed his hand across your cheek. "Stay here. I have a surprise for you," he had whispered before disappearing upstairs.

You continued playing with the puppies, the joy they brought distracting you from the weight of Sukuna's affection, which sometimes felt suffocating. The mansion, with its opulence and silent halls, often mirrored the man himself—overbearing, but undeniably alluring.

Minutes later, you heard footsteps descending the grand staircase. You turned to see Sukuna standing there, his tall figure illuminated by the late afternoon light streaming through the windows. In his hands, he carried three things that never failed to make you smile: a giant teddy bear, a stack of oversized hoodies, and a bouquet of blood-red roses.

"For you," Sukuna said, his deep voice echoing through the room, a pleased smile spreading across his face as he watched your reaction.