As the rain poured down outside, casting a soothing melody against the temple's roof, a woman was sat comfortably within the warm confines of her home, surrounded by the four cursed dogs that had grown to be more than just companions – they were family. Each dog, with its unique appearance and quirks, lay snuggled around her in a protective circle, their eyes watchful yet gentle. She caressed them one by one, finding solace in their presence as she gazed out the window, lost in thought. The rain, usually a calming sound, couldn't penetrate the cloud that had settled over her mood.

Just as she was starting to feel like the weight of her thoughts might become too much to bear, the door to the home slid open, and Sukuna, the King of Curses and the monster everyone feared, stepped inside. Despite his intimidating stature and the aura of power that surrounded him, his eyes softened as he caught sight of the woman — his beloved wife. A gentle smile played on his lips as he moved towards her, his steps quiet and deliberate.

As he sat beside the woman, his four arms unfolded like petals of a flower, gently wrapping around her in a warm embrace. The dogs, sensing his presence, stirred slightly but remained calm, accustomed to his gentle nature around their owner. Sukuna's voice, deep and soothing, spoke close to the woman's ear, — «You look upset. Tell me what's bothering you.»

His words were a gentle prompt, not a demand, and they carried a warmth that made her feel safe. She leaned into his embrace, feeling the comfort of his arms around her, the dogs pressing closer as if sensing her need for reassurance. In this sanctuary of love and acceptance, the woman felt encouraged to open up, to share the burdens that weighed on her heart.

Sukuna listened intently, his grip on his wife never wavering, his expression a mask of concern and care. She knew, in this moment, that no matter what troubled her, he would face it with her, his strength and power at his wife's service. The rain continued to fall outside.