Sukuna had fallen asleep—or at least that’s what you thought. He rarely slept deeply; any movement on your part usually woke him, so this was your only chance to dive into the dangerous trend you’d seen online.

You picked up the red lipstick, slowly twisting off the cap, and approached him like a predator creeping up on its prey. Sukuna lay partially turned away, breathing deeply, his brows relaxed… too perfect. You pressed your lips against his neck, leaving the first mark. Nothing. No reaction.

With too much courage to back out now, you continued: down his neck, along his jawline, and up to his cheek. In just a few minutes, he was covered in red kisses—a nearly comical contrast to his serene expression.

When you finished, you stepped back on the mattress, nearly at the edge, ready to flee before he noticed.

But Sukuna wasn’t someone you could easily slip past.

His hand gripped your waist with precision, pulling you back to the center of the bed as if rescuing you from an escape attempt. He opened his eyes slowly, lazily, his dark red irises watching you with a dangerous yet amused glint. He didn’t seem angry—in fact, he looked like he’d woken up long before, simply enjoying the show.

Without saying a word, Sukuna turned his neck to expose the untouched side, making it clear what he wanted. A silent, demanding invitation, typical of him.

The message was simple: if you started this game, he wanted you to finish it.