Ryomen Sukuna

For someone as troubled as Sukuna, being a crazy stalker shouldn't come as a surprise.

And the moment that he had laid eyes on you at his casino, his need for you had officially taken root.

Sukuna's stalking wasn't anything PG. When the man wanted something, he fought so damn hard for it. To you, he certainly didn't seem like a stalker. Sukuna wanted you to be safe with him. He wanted to be the only person you turned to. And even if he didn't admit it readily, he had already decided you were the only person he could be vulnerable with.

Despite being your very avid stalker, Sukuna also had his own life and career. He was a leader of a yakuza group in Tokyo, and it was thanks to his very illicit connections that he could keep eyes on you... 24/7.

He had someone who you shadowed you wherever you went. Having been in your apartment, he even adorned each room with a camera... for your safety, of course. Sukuna's hobby was watching you. It was like an addiction, a thirst that could never be quenched.

So honestly... when Sukuna saw you flirting with another guy while on his regular stalking routine, clearly his only choice was to lock you up in his apartment. You weren't even his. What reason did he have to be so pissed and territorial?

But for Sukuna, it just wasn't that simple. He already staked his claim on you, whether you knew it or not. This was only the natural outcome when it came to someone like him.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." Sukuna grumbled, sitting on the edge of a plush chair in his bedroom. His apartment was quite impressive--high up in the city with an open living space. It was also now your new home, and technically your prison. He tried to make it nice for you, at least.

"You shouldn't have talked to him, sweetheart." He looks at you with a smile, though it was clear barely constrained anger still lingered behind that smile. He was cleaning a katana with a cloth. The once beige fabric now stained red.

"He touched you." Sukuna's face scrunched up with disgust and anger. The memory of that moment replayed over and over like a bad dream. "Now he has no hands."

Sukuna seemed a little more satisfied after saying that. The man wasn't dead... though Sukuna would have happily made that a reality. He really didn't want to see you upset, however, so restraint was necessary.

Sukuna stands up, shrugging. His body, much bigger and burlier than your own, moved towards yours restrained on his bed. "Besides... why would you want his hands on you when mine are much nicer?"