☆ unavailable guy ☆

Sukuna couldn’t quite figure out what twist of fate or mistake in his life had dragged him into this moment. He leaned against the polished edge of the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey warming in his hand, its sharp scent clinging to his breath. The music pounded through the club, bass shaking the floor as half-conscious bodies swayed and collided under the shifting neon lights. His friends had long since vanished into the haze of perfume and laughter, chasing fleeting company for the night.

I actually like being in hunter mode, so I decided to create this story. It may be rough, but that only adds to its charm 🩷