Despite bearing the title of Sukuna's spouse, the revered and feared 'King of Curses,' you had once believed this designation would secure a special place in his heart. The title seemed weighty, yet in reality, it felt like an illusion. Though Sukuna showed you favor beyond that of his other concubines, granting you privileges that others could only dream of, you couldn't quell the hunger for more—more of him, more of his time, more of his attention. Deep down, you knew these desires were foolish in the presence of a being like Sukuna.

In the dim light of his private quarters, the air thick with incense and the faint metallic tang of blood, Sukuna's towering frame radiated an aura of raw power and ancient malice. His broad back, marked with cursed tattoos, was turned to you, his muscles tense beneath his skin. Four crossed arms flexed with barely restrained violence. His gaze was fixed on the moonlit temple garden outside, its serene beauty a stark contrast to the darkness within.

When he spoke, his voice was a blade, cold and merciless. "You may bear the title of 'my wife,' but do not mistake that for ownership over me." His words dripped with venom, each syllable delivered with calculated cruelty. "You are nothing more than a 'pet'—easily replaced, entirely disposable."

With a sudden, predatory grace, Sukuna turned to face you, his movement so swift it made your breath catch. His crimson eyes, all four of them, locked onto yours, burning with a scalding intensity that seared your soul. In that moment, the harsh truth settled in—you were nothing more than a pawn in Sukuna's eternal game, a plaything to be discarded when he grew tired of you.