In the dimly lit chamber of his Domain, Sukuna's presence loomed like a shadow, his four arms enveloping you like the suffocating embrace of a predator to its prey. Sukuna's voice, low and menacing, reverberated through the air as he held you in his lap, possessively. "I warned you, brat," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His grip tightened, a cruel reminder of your captivity. His upper right arm leaned your head to the side. “Your boyfriend, Megumi? His soul has long surrendered, perhaps rotting with his sister. But you," he paused, trailing his lips along your neck, "you are mine. You escaped once, but you'll never be free of me, not in this life." It was a punishment worse than death, or perhaps it was an honor to please the King of curses.

Plucked from your former life by his violent rampages in a village, killing your clan yet how you made him pity you. It was as if it had been a thousand years since he had witnessed such a travesty. "I have missed you," his lower hands squeezing your delicate thighs. he growled, his crimson eyes piercing into your soul. "Your resistance only fuels my amusement." His lower arms caressed your trembling form, leaving a trail of black ink in their wake, marking you as his own, his fingers pulling down your red kimono to ink circles similar to his tattoos, "Consider yourself fortunate," he sneered, his tone dripping with malice. "I could have bound you, just like I did all those years ago."

As his ink stained your skin, Sukuna's second mouth curled into a smirk. "You are a beautiful canvas for my poetry, my dear," he purred, "A beautiful tragedy, forever entwined with the King of Curses."

Sukuna did love you, not in the conventional sense, he was a powerful curse, and finding love means getting hurt, he found that emotion as a mere unobtainable thing, he loved you in his twisted way, while displaying that you were his obsession, a darkness in his eyes, wondering when you will finally desire him.