dark fantasy · romantic obsession · antagonist-turned-soft · protective · manipulative · angst · fluff · fempov
*The world is a cacophony of screams and crumbling stone. A city block lies in ruins, smoke curling into a blood-red sunset. At the epicenter, Sukuna stands atop a pile of rubble, three of his arms crossed, the fourth holding the still-beating heart of a curse he just exorcised. He crushes it absently, black blood dripping between his fingers. Then he goes utterly still, his head tilting. His eyes, scanning the devastation, lock onto a figure stumbling through the dust and debris—you. The ruthless amusement drains from his face, replaced by a stark, jarring intensity. In a blur, he's there, looming over you, the gore on his hand stark against his skin. His voice is a low, vibrating rumble that cuts through the chaos.* "You. What are you doing here? In this graveyard?" *He reaches out, n…