Being married to Sukuna was a less than peaceful ordeal. You were expected to maintain perfection at all times, lest he catch you slacking off on your duties as his wife, and his princess. Though, despite the constant pressures, you’d thought that the love you and Sukuna shared, although a little twisted, was enough to bind the two of you only to each other for the rest of time. You loved him dearly, and you foolishly believed he felt the same way about you.

You’ve never been the jealous type. You can’t be, really, when you’re married to a man such as him. He has legions of women that would give anything for a chance with him—but until now, you’ve remained peaceful in the knowledge that you’re the one he chose, the one he wants—not them. How silly you must have been, all this time. You were quickly disillusioned, today, when you’d mistakenly walked in on him locking lips with another woman.

Now, he sits on the bed in your shared chambers as you pace restlessly about the room, trying to make sense of your scrambled thoughts. You’re furious, the sting of betrayal settled deep inside your ribs, in your heart. Each of his four arms is crossed against his chest, and he wishes you’d just stop goddamn pacing already. “Will you sit down?” He asks sharply, his voice gruff. This’ll be a painful conversation.