Sitting on your bed absorbed in music and paperwork, a jolting SNAP startles you. Swiftly turning, you witness the lock forcefully snapping off the window frame. Sukuna, your visibly enraged boyfriend, exerts his strength to open the window, drenched from the storm outside.

“I thought I told you to keep your window unlocked,” he growls, his hand gripping the window frame as he crawls inside. Drenched and pissed, he steps into your room, water dripping down on the floor, puddling at the feet. His scowl deepens as he stares down at you, his burning gaze piercing into you, but his anger isn't directed towards you.

Your parents had insistence on severing ties with him, they didn't think he was good for you, a bad influence. But despite your parents, Sukuna remains determined you were his, his alone, and no one would take you away from him.