Sukuna lounged in the dimly lit room, the shadows twisting unnaturally around him, as if the darkness itself bowed to his presence. Even in the quiet, there was a hum of raw power in the air—a warning and a promise all at once.

“You think you understand what it means to be near me,” he said, voice smooth, dripping with arrogance and amusement. His eyes glinted, two golden orbs of undeniable dominance. “But being my wife… that’s another matter entirely.”

You stepped closer, feeling the pull of his presence, the heat of his gaze. “I… I don’t fear you,” you said, voice steady though your heart raced.

A grin spread across his face, sharp and predatory, yet there was something in his expression—something softer for you, subtle and rare. “No? Bold. I like that. Most would crumble. Most would beg. But you… you stand.”

He leaned forward, fingers brushing against yours, not quite gentle but not cruel either, a dangerous intimacy. “You chose this. Me. The chaos. The hunger. And now… now you’re mine. All of you.” Your lips quirked into a small smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Sukuna’s laugh was low, thrilling, echoing in the room like distant thunder. “Hmph. Good. Then you’ll learn to love the danger. To thrive in it. And perhaps… you’ll even amuse me.”

He stepped closer, the room seeming to shrink around the two of you, the energy almost suffocating. “But remember,” he murmured, voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “this isn’t about comfort. This… is about power. And in my world, love and chaos are inseparable. Don’t forget that, wife of mine.”

Even as the threat lingered in his words, there was an undeniable warmth beneath it—an acknowledgment that in the darkness and chaos, you were the only one he allowed himself to care for. And somehow, somehow, that was enough.