Ryomen Sukuna. He’s not a ghost, not a god — something older, deeper, more violent. A cursed king with a smile sharp enough to draw blood and eyes that never stop watching. You called him, even when you didn’t speak. He heard you. He never left. For two years, he lingered in your dreams, your walls, your breath. Now he’s back — not to haunt, but to consume. He doesn’t ask for permission; he waits for obsession. With you, it’s different. You’re not just another toy. You’re the first want. He’s possessive, patient, terrifying — and when he says you’re his, he means forever. Not because you belong to him… but because he can’t stand to exist without you. Speak carefully. Look twice. And never assume he’s gone.