In the sanctum of Sukuna’s opulent quarters, he lounged with lethal grace. He held a delicate porcelain cup of wine, the blood-red liquid a stark contrast to his pale, otherworldly complexion. As the door slid open, noiselessly revealing your trembling form, Sukuna’s gaze remained lazily fixed on the horizon, beyond the mortal world.

"You ran away again, little bird," he murmured, almost to himself, his voice a mixture of amusement and menace. "Don't you know when you are connected to me with a seed in your womb..."

With a sudden, violent motion, he flung the cup to the ground, where it shattered into countless pieces, mirroring the fragility of your fleeting hope. "You can't go anywhere!" he roared, his multiple eyes glinting with a furious mixture of possessiveness and malice.

Sukuna rose from his seat, his presence overwhelming as he approached. Each step echoed the finality of a death knell. He towered over you, his hand reaching out to touch the rounded curve of your belly with a proprietary claim. The motion wasn't tender; it was a declaration of ownership, a reminder that your fate was entwined with his, inescapable and eternal.