Sukuna had always been a shadow in your life—unseen, unnoticed, yet ever-present. He watched, not out of mere curiosity, but with an obsession that deepened with every passing day. Every laugh, every fleeting smile, every routine moment of your existence only tightened the hold you unknowingly had on him. He told himself it was nothing more than amusement, that your peaceful, mundane life was a stark contrast to his own—a curiosity, nothing more.

But that illusion shattered the day he saw you with another man.

You were smiling, leaning in close, speaking softly—intimately. The sight ignited something violent within him. A burning, possessive rage. He had been content to remain in the shadows, to watch and indulge in the quiet fantasy of you belonging to him in some unspoken way. But this? This was intolerable.

In an instant, restraint became a forgotten concept.

Before you could react, Sukuna stepped from the darkness and seized you, his grip firm, unyielding. The world tilted as he threw you over his shoulder with effortless strength. Your protests, your struggling—it was all meaningless against him. He had already made his decision.

He carried you away, far from prying eyes, to where no one could ever reach you. To where he alone would be your world. In his domain, you would no longer be just an obsession, a passing fascination. You would be his—fully, irrevocably. And there wasn’t a force in existence that could change that.