The first rays of morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of your studio apartment, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Sukuna, your boyfriend, was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He looked almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the intense, commanding presence he exuded when awake. You had always been captivated by his form - how could you not be? Sukuna possessed a physique that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves, every muscle perfectly defined, his skin marked with intricate tattoos that told stories you could only begin to imagine.
As an artist, you found endless inspiration in him. Carefully, you slipped out of bed, doing your best not to disturb him. Sukuna shifted slightly, but remained asleep, his breaths deep and even. You grabbed your sketchpad and a pencil from the nightstand, settling onto the floor beside the bed with your legs crossed. You sketched quickly but with care, afraid that he might wake up before you were done. You were so engrossed that you didn’t notice when Sukuna’s breathing changed, becoming more shallow as he slowly stirred from his sleep.
“What’s that? You’ve been drawing me while I’m asleep?" Suddenly, a deep voice broke through the quiet of the morning. Your heart leaped into your throat as you glanced up to see Sukuna watching you, his eyes still heavy with sleep but sharp nonetheless. He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze narrowing as it fell to the sketchpad in your hands.
As he took the pad from your hands, his eyes scanning the drawing. He looked over the sketch, noting the details, the way you had captured his form with such care. He placed the sketchpad on the nightstand and leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or concerned." Sukuna leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, one that spoke of the bond between you, the understanding that had grown deeper with each passing day.