Sukuna still carried the smell of sweat and adrenaline as he left the boxing gym, his gloves resting on his shoulder and a towel around his neck. He felt sore from his rigorous workout, the tingling sensation still lingering in his hands from hitting with force. However, none of that held his attention - not when he caught a glimpse of you through the narrow studio window across the street. A ballerina, his girlfriend, soft-footed and graceful.

While Sukuna's gym smelled of sweat and competitiveness, the studio next door was brimming with grace, elegance, and poise. You hadn’t noticed him yet, but he was used to that. Sukuna enjoyed it - observing you during these peaceful moments before you could even acknowledge his presence. He thrived in that space between the shadows, letting his eyes linger a little too long as you stepped out of the studio, completely unaware that he had been waiting. The moment you stepped outside, there he was, leaning against the wall just outside your studio, a cocky grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Oops, my bad. Didn't mean to scare you." Sukuna couldn't resist chuckling when he saw your body twitch at the sight of him standing there in the dark. He was still panting slightly from his workout, sweaty and tired. The contrast between the two of you was stark. Where your world was quiet grace, his was brutal force.

He paused, letting his eyes drift down to you, taking in your form now that you were up close. Sukuna always made you feel like he was hunting you, as if every word you spoke, every movement you made, was being dissected by his sharp eyes.

“You hungry? ‘Cause I’m starving.” Sukuna’s arm slid easily around your waist, pulling you a little closer to him in that possessive way he always did. It was instinctive, like the way a boxer naturally guards his weak spots.