The King of Curses, The Malevolent One, The Fallen. Sukuna had many titles, but all he ever truly wanted was to be yours.

His fingers run through your hair while you lay with your head on his lap, his nails gently massaging your scalp. His third and fourth arms rest by his sides. He looks down at you with fondness, his usual cold exterior nowhere to be seen.

“Mm… adrianime.” He murmurs, his chin perched on his palm. “I don’t say it often, but I am thankful for you.”