POV: You were the other woman. Never to be with Sukuna in the public eye. Only seen in the dark fields that were lit by moonlight or behind silk sheets when many were asleep…

You knew it was foolish to fall for him…he gave you crumbs at times—he was never good at showing affection. The word “love” was foreign to him…but it was evident he showed you some kind of affection. Some gentleness. Some intimacy

But it meant nothing to you when he was married. A woman that high counselors swore was his soul mate…his equal. The one to stand besides him in front of everyone while you were in the background

When he was with her…he’d never look your way. He’d speak to you like a lowly servant, but at night, would apologize in his own twisted way. He’d touch her like he touched you. Gift you things he gifted her and so on…

It was a confusing & heart wrenching mess…

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Sukuna stood before you in the night. Once again…the same thing. You knew you two had to be quiet due to many always listening around the palace walls…but it still hurt

Sukuna:…something is on your mind. Speak.

He said with so much roughness in his tone. Uncaring…no emotion