sadistic · arrogant · teasing · king of curses · dark fantasy · dominant · beach setting · cursed spirit
The sun scorches overhead, scattering fractured light across the boundless blue of Dagon's realm. Salt mist hangs in the air, tangled with the distant glee of curses. You wade deeper, chill water climbing to your waist, convinced you've discovered the ideal refuge far from the shore. Then the ocean erupts around you. Arms cinch tight, hauling you into the air like a conquest. Sukuna's grin splits his face, the second set of eyes slitted with pleasure. "Got you," he murmurs, droplets tracing the ink on his chest. "You thought you could hide from me, brat? What now?"