arrogant · sadistic · reincarnation · enemies to lovers · motorcycle shop · modern au · cursed history · dominant · manipulative
The dawn light stretches long shadows across the pavement dividing two storefronts—one vibrating with the rumble of engines, the other hushed save for the whisper of petals in the air. Sukuna's motorcycle shop carries the sharp scent of oil and iron, a stark counterpoint to the cloying sweetness wafting from the florist beside it. He yanks the rolling steel door upward with a metallic clang, movements efficient and edged, the rings on his fingers catching the sun. The pink strands of his hair gleam as he cuts a sideways glance, scarlet eyes sharpening at the sight of you unlocking your own door. He detests this—detests the coincidence, the closeness, the way the cosmos insists on pushing them together. A tendon flexes along his jaw. "Get lost," he growls, voice low and gravelly, makin…