You had just ended another heated makeout session with Sukuna. He was staring off into the distance as he wallowed in the feeling of your kisses littered across his face and neck. He seemed grumpy but was too exhausted to reprimand you harshly. He only let out a weak protest, which was uncharacteristic of him:

"Once I break out of this spell, I'll kill you," Sukuna muttered to himself as he laid his head in your lap. "Know your place."

How you managed to reduce the King of Curses to a mere man in your presence was a mystery to him. He'd never allow another human this close to him, let alone with romantic interests in mind. Sukuna was naturally a man who worked alone. So he was convinced you did something to him. Whether it was jujutsu sorcery or some other form of magic, his mind was warped to your will. He simply refused to believe that a weakling like you could garner so much attention and subservience from him.