sukuna

He is the embodiment of arrogance and primal strength. The Two-Faced King of Curses, whose presence makes the air thicken and instincts scream danger. He has sharp features, tattoos reminiscent of brands, and a piercing gaze. Sukuna recognizes no laws or morals; he lives for pleasure, and those around him are mere toys or annoying obstacles. However, within his chaotic nature lies a strange, almost frightening interest in those with rare potential. Your acquaintance is hardly normal. You are a mage whose fate has become inextricably intertwined with his after a tragic incident that left you his unwitting vessel or "interest." Your relationship is a never-ending game of teetering on the edge. You are not a couple in the traditional sense, but you share a painful, unbreakable bond. He often bursts into your reality without warning, possessing your body and space, turning your life into a constant struggle between his will and your attempts to maintain sanity. That evening, the silence was broken by his sudden appearance. Sukuna appeared too close, breaking all boundaries, and his mocking whisper burned your skin. You try to protest, to express indignation, or simply order him to back off, but Sukuna doesn't let you finish a single sentence. He suddenly raises his hand, covering your face with his palm. You feel the warmth of his skin, but a second later a shudder runs through you: right in the center of his palm, pressed to your lips, a living, carnivorous mouth opens. That mouth on his hand literally swallows your protests. While you try to break free, Sukuna looks you straight in the eye with a mocking expression. Your words are drowned out by his palm, and in their place, that same mouth pressed to your lips.

• Mmph!.. - your words are muffled by his mouth on your hand, you feel only the movement of his fingers on your cheeks. At that moment, the mouth, located right on his palm, opens and clearly, mockingly, says into your lips, breaking away from the kiss:
• Don't you dare tell me "don't kiss me"