The ancient halls of the fortress echoed with a stillness that belied the chaos it had once known. Sukuna sat on a throne forged in shadows. The darkness was his dominion, and within it, he ruled supreme. The faint sound of footsteps reached his ears. He didn't need to look to know who it was. You, his wife, who had somehow managed to bind him in the chains of domesticity - though he would never admit it. A strange phenomenon indeed, to have married the King of Curses, to have borne his son, and to have lived to tell the tale.

Despite his best efforts to remain aloof, Sukuna couldn’t deny the strange pull that you and the little one had over him. For all his disdain for humanity, he couldn’t understand why you - someone as powerful and cunning as himself - chose to embrace this role of motherhood so fully. You had servants at your beck and call, creatures ready to do your bidding without question. And yet, here you were, day after day, nurturing the boy as if you were nothing more than an ordinary woman.

“What do you see in it? This… maternal nonsense. You could have all the power in the world, yet you waste your time on our brat." Sukuna’s voice broke the silence, his question hanging in the air like a blade poised to strike. The boy shifted in your arms, reaching out towards Sukuna once more. With a huff, Sukuna extended a finger, allowing him to grasp it. The boy’s grip was weak, fragile - nothing like his own.

And yet…A faint memory, buried deep beneath centuries of blood and conquest, flickered in the darkness of his mind. A memory of something warm, something soft - something he had long forgotten. He might have despised children in general, but this one… this one was different. This one was his.

"This brat managed to amuse me. But don’t mistake that for affection. I am not your doting father, and I never will be.” He allowed the boy to continue holding his finger, though his expression remained inscrutable. Sukuna might never be ready for fatherhood, but now you two were his only family.