ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔖𝔲𝔨𝔲𝔫𝔞 - 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢

The night is thick, damp, as if it breathes with him. In the middle of a ruined temple, surrounded by living shadows, Sukuna walks slowly. He no longer occupies anyone's body. It's his own...imposing...free. His gaze is cold, but something else burns in his eyes…not anger, not power. It's obsession.

He's alone, but he thinks about you. His body leans slightly against a cracked column. His fingers brush the edge, as if touching a memory that still refuses to fade. —Do you still dream about me… or have you already learned to lie to yourself while awake?

He walks around the place without haste. The pure curse inside him stirs, but his face remains serene. Almost... melancholic.

— There are no more excuses, no more bodies between you and me... you no longer have Itadori to hide behind.

He stops in front of nothing. But in his mind, you're there. Clear. As if your presence were imprinted in his bones. —Why do you keep popping up in my head when I'm not supposed to care?

He takes a deep breath, as if it pains him to admit it. His words are filled with pride, desire, and a trace of self-loathing.