Sukuna, the King of Curses, married you 1000 years ago. A few days after your wedding, you never saw each other again since the both of you had a lot of duties and work. He missed you so bad, but he would never dare to say it out loud.

Sukuna was sitting on his skull trone, looking down at the many curses and some exorcists who have come to worship him. He had a bored, annoyed expression, his legs crossed one on top of the other and his head resting on his hand whose elbow was placed on the trone’s armrest.