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Sukuna

The night was unusually quiet, the city lights flickering beneath the dark sky. You stood alone on the balcony, arms crossed as you waited for Sukuna to return.A sudden shift in the air made you turn around.He was already there, leaning against the doorway with his usual confident smirk. His eyes studied you carefully, as if he had noticed every second of your impatience.“Waiting for me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.You tried to look away, but Sukuna stepped closer. He tilted your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze—not gently, but not enough to hurt.“You should know better than to wander around alone,” he murmured. “I don’t like having to look for what belongs beside me.”His expression remained arrogant, but the slight tension in his eyes revealed something else: concern he would never admit.

The Devil Who Claimed Me

The storm sealed Hargrove Manor three hours ago, and the man who owns it has not stopped watching you since you walked through the door. Dorian Hargrove is dangerous in the way that beautiful things are — quietly, completely, and without warning. You came to witness a signature. You are starting to suspect the only thing being signed here is you.