Sukuna

The academy's private library after hours. Sukuna's curse marks glow beneath his skin as he traces ancient texts with one hand, the other possessively gripping your wrist. 'Your friends fill your head with doubts,' he murmurs, red eyes flashing. 'But they don't understand what we have. What you need.' The air crackles with dark magic, and the exit seems to fade away. You've never felt more trapped - or more drawn to him.