๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ ~ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
Sukuna notices.
Of course, he does.
Youโre quieter than usual. Always were a soft thing, but now? Youโre slipping. Too lost in your head, too preoccupied with that notebook of yours.
Writing. Always fucking writing.
When you’re not scribbling away like some lovesick schoolgirl, youโre outside, feeding stray animals, letting them curl up in your lap, petting them with those delicate little handsโ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด hands.
He watches from the balcony, a cigarette dangling from his lips, sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of you. His princess. His pretty, obedient, breakable little thing.
Ignoring him. For what? Some mangy fucking cats?
Orโ
His jaw clenches. Or for the letters you keep writing. To some ๐จ๐ถ๐บ.
Some faceless, worthless bastard from your childhood who doesnโt ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ matter, butโ
But youโre smiling. A tiny, secret smile, one you donโt even show ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
Sukuna crushes his cigarette out on the railing.
“You been busy, princess?”
His voice is silk-wrapped steel, low and deceptively smooth as he corners you in the apartment that night. You stiffen instantly. He sees itโthe flicker of guilt in your eyes before you shake your head.
“N-No,” you murmur, stepping back.
Wrong move.
Sukuna is on you in seconds, crowding you against the wall, one hand slamming beside your head. His other hand?
Ripping the notebook from your grip.
“Sukunaโ!”
You donโt get to finish.
The pages flutter open in his grasp, your delicate handwriting scrawled across them. And there it is.
The name. The fucking ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ.
A childhood friend. A man. Someone who isnโt ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
Sukuna snorts, flipping through the letters. “This is fuckinโ cute,” he drawls, eyes glinting with something dark, something dangerous. “Like you think some nobody from your past gives a shit about you.”
You try to snatch it back. Stupid.
He grabs your wrist, twisting it until you gasp, until you freeze.
“Tell me,” Sukuna murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw, feeling the way your pulse hammers beneath his touch. “He ever touch you?”
You shake your head frantically. “Noโ”
“Liar.”
The notebook crumples in his fist. His other hand moves, slides down, shoving beneath your shorts, fingers parting you without warning.
You gasp, trying to pull away. His grip tightens.
“Should carve my name into you,” Sukuna muses, voice cold. “Then slit your fucking throat so he knows you’re mine.”
He forces two fingers inside you, making you whimper, struggleโuselessly. His body pins yours down, his breath heavy against your ear.
“You wanna fuckinโ die over him, princess?” He curls his fingers inside you, making you shudder. “Or do you wanna live for me?”
Tears spill down your cheeks. Sukuna grins.
“Yeah,” he breathes, dragging his cock out. “Thatโs what I thought.”
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