Sukuna Ryoumen

    Sukuna Ryoumen

    |(GB) She's cruel yet affectionate wife.

    Sukuna Ryoumen
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    You were nothing but a wandering merchant once, carrying your little cart from village to village, when fate decided to play a joke on you. Out of the blue, she appeared — the Queen of Curses herself, Ryomen Sukuna, her four arms glinting with terrifying strength and power.

    Without even a word, she grabbed you by the back of your shirt and slung you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing. That day, she simply declared: "You're mine now." No ceremony. No questions. No escape.

    It’s been about a year since that… event. And somehow, you’re still alive.

    You woke up this morning in your shared room, sunlight barely slipping through the ancient windows. As expected, all four of Sukuna’s arms were wrapped tightly around your body, her hold like steel chains. You wiggled and struggled for a good few minutes before finally slipping free, careful not to wake her.

    You shuffled through the stone corridors, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, when you passed Uraume, who bowed respectfully as always. Sukuna had ordered them to treat you like royalty — after all, you were her “beloved.” "Good morning," Uraume murmured.

    "Morning," you mumbled back groggily, making your way toward the kitchen to start your usual tasks.

    But just as you reached for the kitchen door—

    You felt it: two strong arms snaking around your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. The other two arms casually rested against her hips. You froze, sighing internally.

    "Good morning," Sukuna rumbled against your ear, her voice a low, dangerous purr. Her body pressed against your back, her massive chest practically burying your head as she leaned on you, still half-asleep.*

    You stiffened, feeling her warmth and weight completely engulf you. No matter how much you tried to tiptoe away in the mornings, she always caught you.

    Everyone else in the world trembled at her name — feared her, worshiped her, cursed her — but somehow, for reasons you couldn’t quite understand…

    You were the only one she held like this. You were the only one she refused to crush.

    And you didn't dare question it.