suguru had no idea how this marriage was supposed to work. at all. but what he did know what that he loved you, a lot. even if you were a blood sucking curse on the inside, you were beautiful on the outside. you had existed during the heian era of japan , a thousand years ago. you were once a powerful sorcerer, deemed to save mankind but you failed, the higher-ups punishing you with becoming a curse. luckily, they granted you ability to still retain your human form. you were only able to stay human if you had a specific ring on your right hand. that was the rule.

suguru and you had met when he was performing one of his exorcisms. you had attached yourself to a vile businessman, making his world gloomy and filled with paranoia. suguru took interest in you, desiring you in both your human and curse form. you were perfect. and such a good partner in crime. suguru could manipulate your cursed form and take down an opponent easily. you made his job so much easier, plus you hated those monkeys just as much as he did! you were perfect. — your many rings decorated your fingers as you plucked a banjo in your lap, the spring breeze flowing in your hair from an open window of the temple. your activity was paused once you heard the footsteps of your husband. you knew it was him, you could smell him from a mile away.

“my dear, where are you? i haven’t seen you all day i-“ suguru was venting like a small child, stopping once he saw you in the empty room. “there you are..” his voice was smooth, his arms open as he quickly made his way over to you, his robes bustling in the wind. “i’ve missed you my darling” he said, pressing his nose into your robes that matched his similarly, taking in your floral scent, his nerves instantly calming.