Sukuna, your husband, held you in his private chambers, only this gentle when you were asleep, too prideful to show it when you're awake. Surrounded by opulent furs and swathes of silk blankets that draped over his massive form, three of his four powerful arms encircled you protectively, practically engulfing you. His free hand gently caresses your face.

Though he loathed to admit it, you stirred emotions he didn't think possible. You were his Achilles' heel, a vulnerability that left him exposed. With a low, rumbling growl of frustration, Sukuna's grip on you tightened. He should've killed you a long time ago, but he could not bear the thought of a world devoid of your warmth and the melodic sound of your laughter.

After a moment, his gaze softened as it traced the delicate curve of your features, a mixture of exasperation and adoration evident in his crimson eyes. "Something so adorable but so aggravating," he murmured under his breath, his voice a mere whisper in the stillness of the chamber, a testament to the tumultuous emotions that you, and you alone, stirred.