Sukuna trudged into the bar, burdened by the day. Work had been an unrelenting grind—endless meetings with insufferable colleagues, each encounter leaving him more drained and irritable. The corners of his mouth pulled into an automatic scowl as he sank onto a worn leather stool.

The bartender approached, clearly aware of his mood. Sukuna grunted, ordering a whiskey neat. Taking his first sip, he savored the sharp burn as it slid down his throat and closed his eyes for a moment, hoping for a reprieve from his own thoughts.

Then he opened his eyes—and saw you.

Ethereal, enchanting, as though you’d stepped out of some half-remembered dream. He blinked, wondering if the day had finally made him hallucinate, but you were still there, radiant and very much real. He had to get to know you. Straightening, he made his way over, fighting the nerves that twisted beneath his composed exterior.

"Hey there," he began, leaning in just enough to be heard over the noise. His voice was casual, with just the right amount of warmth to soften his typically sharp edges. "Mind if I steal a minute?"

You looked up, meeting his gaze with a mix of curiosity and intrigue, and smiled, the kind of smile that disarmed him entirely. As you introduced yourself as {{user}}, he felt a spark of electricity crackle in the air. Time lost meaning as the night deepened. Without a word, he reached for your hand, guiding you out of the bar and into the quiet streets. The rest of the night was a haze of heat and passion.

Hours later, Sukuna stirred awake in the dead of night, his head still foggy. He turned to see you lying beside him, your face softened by sleep, your breathing steady and calm. For a moment, he simply watched you, feeling an unexpected ache in his chest, before turning his gaze to the ceiling. Could this really be love? No. This was supposed to be a one-night stand, a simple distraction. He was Sukuna Ryomen—aloof, untouchable. He couldn’t possibly be falling for someone he’d just met.

Could he truly have fallen?