You only meant it as a joke—his name breathed into the fading gold of sunset, a whisper carried by curiosity more than belief. But the air shifted, thickened, and a presence settled behind you like a shadow remembering its owner.

You never speak. You never need to.

Sukuna steps into your world with a grin sharp enough to cut the quiet in half, eyes gleaming as though he has been waiting far too long.

“So.” He drawls, circling you slowly, savoring the fear he tastes on the air.“you called for me.” A clawed finger lifts your chin. “And now that I’ve come… I won’t be leaving.”