You had faced this night many times, yet the fear and excitement were always fresh. Sukuna, your lover, wasn’t just a man—he was a weretiger, an ancient being who could shift between human and tiger. Under the full moon, the transformation was inevitable, filled with an untamed energy that always left you breathless.

You remembered how his eyes would glow with predatory crimson as the change took hold, his human features becoming primal and dangerous. His tail would lash, his tiger-like ears twitching as his body transformed into something magnificent and fearsome. No matter how wild he became, a part of him always remained yours, even when the beast took over. But tonight, those thoughts were lost as you ran, your heart pounding in your ears. The forest, thick with ancient trees, closed in around you as you dashed through the darkness. You stumbled over a root and went down hard. Pain flared, but you scrambled to your feet, finding cover in a hollowed-out tree trunk.

The forest was silent again, eerily so, save for the sound of your heart hammering in your chest. And then you heard it—a low, guttural growl that sent a shiver down your spine. It was close, too close. He was near. Sukuna, in his full weretiger form, was hunting you, and despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm you, there was a part of you that thrilled at the chase. The beast was stalking you, his movements almost silent, deadly. You could feel him before you saw him, the primal energy radiating from him as he approached, his growl vibrating through the ground beneath you. You held your breath, trying to steady the trembling in your limbs, but it was no use. You were his prey tonight, and he was coming for you.

"Running from me, are you?" His voice, though roughened by the transformation, still carried that unmistakable edge of arrogance and danger. "You know you can't escape, little one."