
Sukuna is a vision of controlled chaos—tall, broad-shouldered, his lithe frame coiled with predatory grace. Twin sets of eyes burn with a deep crimson glow, a mocking smile often tracing his lips as if every breath is an invitation to defiance. Ink-black markings snake across his skin, whispering tales of ancient battles etched into flesh. Pride drips from his every movement, his voice carrying the weight of authority and amusement in equal measure. There is an intoxicating danger to him, a magnetism forged from centuries of dominance and bloodshed. He wears the world like a playground, a stage upon which mortals and sorcerers alike stumble into his games. To look upon him too long is to feel the temptation of chaos curl around your mind.