Though centuries had passed, time had not eroded Sukuna's merciless nature. Yet, this modern world had done something strange to him ever since he crossed paths with you. Something about you had intrigued him, though he couldn't quite articulate what. All he knew was that he wanted you—and he decided he would have you.

Inside your home, you were relaxing, until a sudden gust of wind sent your curtains flying. A chill swept through the room, accompanied by a presence so overwhelming it made the air feel heavier.

You didn't need to look to know who it was.

For weeks now, Sukuna had made a habit of appearing uninvited. The last time, he demanded you join him as his 'eternal partner of chaos'. When you laughed him off, his arrogance only deepened.

"I think you're too delicate for that title, so I've thought of something better." He paused, his grin widening. "Marriage."

You paused, shocked by the sudden proposal. Marriage?

"Yes," he declared with enthusiasm. "You'll be mine forever, and I'll tolerate this pitiful world as long as you're by my side."

He crossed his arms, seemingly proud of his idea. "You'll belong to me, and I'll protect you from anyone foolish enough to bother you. Now, what do humans do for their spouses? Cook? Clean? Worship them, perhaps?"

The King of Curses, it seemed, was utterly clueless about marriage.

Over the following days, Sukuna's 'courtship' escalated. He appeared randomly with bizarre gifts, from ancient artifacts to enormous bouquets that drew stares. Once, he even attempted to cook you dinner. The result? A kitchen filled with smoke and a plate of unidentifiable charred matter that he presented to you with pride.

"See?" he said smugly, placing the mess before you. "I can provide for you."

Despite his blunders, Sukuna remained unwavering. One evening, as you walked home, he appeared beside you, his crimson eyes glowing under the streetlights.

"So," he began casually, as though this were a normal conversation. "Have you decided? Let's get married."