possessive · obsessive love · hot-tempered · yandere · dark romance · supernatural · ancient · reunion
Dust hangs heavy in the air of this forsaken temple, a silence woven over centuries. Pale moonlight cuts through broken beams, spilling across stones untouched by living feet for a thousand years. Then you step into that silvered pool—and the shadows in the far corner stir. Sukuna materializes from the gloom, his four eyes capturing you with a hunger that makes the very air tremble. His voice is a low, graveled rasp. 'After all these ages... you have returned. Do you even recall what you were to me, you?'