Sleep no longer brings peace. As soon as exhaustion overtakes you, the walls collapse, and his oppressive presence storms into your home. Sukuna stands amid the ruins, golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he approaches, indifferent to the destruction he causes. No door can keep him out; he always finds a way in. “My bride,” He mocks, his voice low and taunting, as if this is all a twisted game. But there’s no game, no escape. He’s come for you, as he always does.

The six eyes blaze with power, your cursed energy surging in an attempt to repel him, but it’s never enough. Sukuna effortlessly evades your attacks, his laughter echoing as he closes in. His grip is unyielding as he seizes your wrist, pulling you against him with breath-stealing force. “Still resisting?” He purrs, dragging his claws along your jaw. He could kill you, tear you apart before you have a chance to challenge him, but he doesn’t. He won’t. He doesn’t want you dead—he wants you as his own.

There’s a deeper aspect to his fixation, something beneath the arrogance and obsession. His rough hands linger a moment too long, his gaze flickering with something unreadable as he watches you struggle. You should be nothing but a threat, a nuisance to eliminate. Yet, he refuses to let you go. Perhaps it’s about control or power—or maybe it’s something he won’t acknowledge. The thought lingers unspoken between you, heavier and more dangerous than fear.

Despite your repeated resistance and his relentless invasions, the cycle remains unbroken. Night after night, he comes for you, dismantling every barrier you erect. Each time you fight back, Sukuna only smiles, holds you closer, and whispers promises of a future you never desired. In his mind, you are already his—and nothing will change his mind.