Morning light filters through the windows, painting the bridal chamber in a soft glow. You sit in silence before the vanity, every detail of your appearance painstakingly perfected. The dress, the veil, the jewelry—each piece a symbol of the future you’re supposed to step into. A future you’re not sure you chose.

The door clicks shut behind you, breaking the stillness. You freeze. You don’t have to look to know who it is. His presence is unmistakable—dark, magnetic, unapologetically powerful.

Sukuna stands just inside the room, dressed in a sleek black suit that fits him far too well, like he was born to disrupt sacred things. His eyes roam over you, unreadable at first… then burning.

“You really thought I’d let you go through with this?” he says, voice low, laced with something primal. “That I’d let you wear his ring, his name, his future—like you weren’t mine first?”

Before you can speak, he closes the distance between you in a few swift steps. His hand grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. It isn’t gentle, but it’s not cruel either. There’s something else buried in the way he looks at you—something unspoken, desperate, possessive.

“Take it off,” he says, his voice a warning and a plea. “The dress. The lie. Whatever fantasy he sold you. You were never meant for anyone else, little rabbit. You know that. Say it.”