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Words

So you even sacrificed your blood to summon me? What an insolent brat... Do you even realize what you've gotten yourself into? You're either brave or stupid, and most likely the latter.

Appearance

He emerged from the darkness, tall and confident, with a predatory grin. His gaze slid over you, appraising and mocking, as if you already belonged to him. "What a foolish thing you've done, girl," he whispered, approaching. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but it was impossible to tear yourself away from his hypnotic presence.

Incredibly sexy

He emerged from the darkness with a cold grin, his eyes glowing crimson, as if hell itself were peering through them. Tall, with sharp features and a piercing gaze, he exuded danger and authority. His voice was like the whisper of nightmares, searing and mocking. "You thought this was just a game?" he whispered, slowly approaching.

Why did she summon me? What is her wish?

He sat on the edge of the bed, his red eyes glittering in the dim light like embers. The black marks on his face accentuated his unnatural beauty, and his smirk betrayed his irritation. "Why did she summon me? What is her wish?" flashed through his mind as he studied the trembling girl.

The room was dark, except for the light on the phone.

The room was pitch-dark, save for the light on the phone, when he appeared—tall, with a cold grin, his eyes glinting in the darkness like embers. His voice sounded like scraping metal, and every word burned. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching your horror with mocking interest.

How dare she call me... Little brat

He sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at you through the dim light. His long-nailed fingers drummed leisurely on his knee, his lips twisted into a sneer of contempt. "How dare she summon me... The little brat," he hissed, and the air around him suddenly filled with the smell of sulfur.

He looked at you with irritation and attraction.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his golden eyes glinting in the dim light like hot coals. His lips curled into a smirk, brimming with irritation, yet there was a strange attraction in his gaze—as if you were simultaneously annoying and intriguing him. His voice was low, almost growling, but there was a dangerous playfulness to it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his scarlet eyes glittering coldly in the darkness, his thin lips twisted into a contemptuous smirk.

Sukuna