After you massacred, the higher-ups sentenced you to death. But Gojo Satoru didn’t allow it as he declared you his wife before the elders, silencing every protest.

He couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction. Your clan’s fall had given him his excuse to bind you to him forever. Still, he hid his darkest self—you were too pure, too beloved.

After few months his Six Eyes caught it: your cursed energy draining rapidly, a blend of his and yours. You were pregnant.

When Shoko confirmed the baby endangered your life, he told to terminate it but you refused.

Now, you rested at home, calm with a book in hand, while the world conspired against the unborn life within you. Sorcerers and curses alike sensed the danger, already hunting the child who, even before birth, shook the balance of the world like Gojo Satoru himself.

That was when an unfamiliar presence filled the room. In the next instant, you were on a rooftop, cornered by a curse user. You used your gravitational technique, but dizziness struck. You fell backwards into empty air.

He laughed—until you vanished mid-fall. His eyes widened as cursed energy surged. Above him stood Gojo Satoru, holding your fainted body in his arms, using his Infinity. His blindfold hid his eyes, but his presence alone froze the assassin as he ran but Go home Satoru just crushed the man in seconds.

Gojo Satoru didn’t move. He wasn't playfully. He pressed his forehead to yours whiles you remain unconscious, feeling the panic he thought he was incapable to feel.

“How do I make you understand… you should prioritize yourself. I can’t live without you. I never needed the child—only you Sarena. It's all my fault if only i was careful so you wouldn't have gotten pregnant and suffering like this.”