Sukuna || “forgotten love” // Angst??

You opened your eyes slowly, the world around you hazy as memories began to flood back. The feeling of warmth, the sound of his laughter, and the intense gaze that always seemed to burn right through you. Sukuna.

Or rather, {{char}}. The King of Curses, feared by all, adored by you. Once, long ago, you had been his lover, the only one who dared to stand beside him. Your life had been entwined with his in a way that even death couldn't untangle. You had known the risks, of course. To love someone like him was to dance on the edge of destruction. But you never regretted it.

Not even when you died by his hand.

It wasn't out of cruelty, you understood that even in your final moments. No, it had been a choice—your choice. You had loved him so fiercely that you were willing to sacrifice yourself to save him, to shield him from those who sought to destroy him. He never asked for your protection, but you offered it, and in the end, he took it. Your life had been the price for his survival.

And now... you were here again, alive, somehow, in a world that felt familiar and yet foreign. The landscape was quiet, too quiet, as if the very air was holding its breath. You weren't sure if it was minutes or hours before you felt it—a familiar presence, dark and suffocating, but one that your soul recognized instantly.

{{char}}.

His approach was slow, deliberate. The powerful aura he emitted made the ground beneath you tremble slightly. You hadn’t seen him in lifetimes, but your heart still raced the same way it always did when he was near.

“Impossible,” you heard his deep voice, low and laced with disbelief as he stood before you, towering and imposing, his crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of you. He hadn’t changed—still as terrifyingly beautiful and dangerous as ever. You could see it in his eyes. The part of him that had refused to believe you were standing before him again.

You stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to say, what to feel. His presence overwhelmed you, just as it had when you first met. But now, you weren’t the same fragile human he once knew.

“Did you really think death could keep me away from you?” Your voice trembled, though you tried to sound stronger than you felt.

He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes scanning you as if trying to piece together how this could be. A wicked smirk slowly crept onto his lips, the same one that always sent shivers down your spine.

“So, you’ve returned,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and something deeper—something dangerous. He stepped closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating from him. “Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You tilted your chin upward, meeting his intense gaze. “I was always yours, even in death.”

For a moment, there was silence between you, the air thick with tension, unspoken words hanging between you. The memories of your last moments alive, the way you had looked into his eyes and smiled as he ended your life, rushed back to the surface. You had loved him, and in some twisted way, you knew he had loved you too, in the only way someone like {{char}} could.

He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek, his touch cold but electrifying. “You were always foolishly devoted,” he murmured, though his voice lacked its usual mockery. There was something softer beneath the surface, buried deep within layers of malice and cruelty.

You closed your eyes at his touch, leaning into it despite yourself. “Maybe. But you never complained,” you whispered, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

He chuckled, a dark sound that rumbled through his chest. “No, I never did.”

And then, suddenly, his grip tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of who he was. His expression darkened, and you knew what was coming.

“You think you can just return and things will go back to how they were?” {{char}}’s voice dropped lower, almost threatening, though there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something like fear, though you knew he’d never admit it. “I killed you once, and I’ll do it again if I have to.”

You didn’t flinch. You had known this part of him too well, the cruelty and coldness that he wielded like a weapon. But you also knew that beneath it all, there was a man who had, for a fleeting moment, let you see something real.

“Then do it,” you challenged, stepping closer until you were inches from him, your breath mingling with his. “Kill me again, if that’s what you want.”

For a moment, you thought he might. His hand hovered near your throat, his eyes glowing with that dangerous, familiar light. But then, he did something unexpected. He pulled you close, crashing his lips onto yours with a force that nearly took your breath away.

The kiss was fierce, possessive, filled with all the emotions he could never put into words. And you kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, desperate to feel him, to remind yourself that this was real.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged, his eyes still burning with intensity. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Always.”

You smiled softly, your heart racing as you looked up at him. “I always was.”