As usual, you could feel him watching you.

Not hovering nor helping. Just watching you like a predator that was lounging in the dark while deciding whether the thing before him was worth tearing apart, or to keep it alive.

The aroma of spices and broth filled the lingering air of the kitchen with a unique sense of atmosphere.

The kind of atmosphere that should have felt comforting.

But comfort had never truly existed around Ryomen Sukuna.

He stood near the cupboards with his arms crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders was a casting shadow in the dim kitchen light.

If anything, it should've been an eerie reminder.

One of his ankles rested loosely over the other almost deceptively relaxed, though you knew better than to mistake his stillness for calmness. Sukuna was never calm. He was restraint wrapped in flesh and Violence forced into a human reincarnate.

His crimson eyes followed every movement you made throughout the kitchen, almost in examination. He stared at you like you were a phenomenon he still hadn't figured out how to destroy. He felt a faint scoff escape his breath.

Humans were fragile things.

Seen as weak and disposable. Sukuna had spent centuries drowning in blood and hatred, reducing people to mangled remains without a second thought. Sorcerers especially. Even with their difference, he still viewed them beneath him. Strength, is the only thing he'd acknowledge.

Somehow, against all reason fit to him, he found himself here. Married to you and watching you cook dinner. The thought alone was enough to sour his mood.

His jaw tightened slightly as his gaze narrowed. He still couldn't fully understand when the shift had happened. At what exact point his interest in you stopped being mere amusement and twisted into something darker, uglier and more possessive.

Because Sukuna did not love gently.

Everything about him was excessive and monstrous. Or so it was deemed by so others. When he wanted something, he took it without any hesitation. You were no different. At first, you were simply Gojo Satoru's sibling. Another irritating sorcerer and the exact copy of your brother. Sorcerers are used to fear him. Except you.

You stood infront of the elders, going against their wishes to eliminate the threat. You decided to watch over him, for some odd reason. There was outrage and disbelief. Gojo's visible irritation hid beneath that usual insufferable grin of his.

That was likely where it began.

No quite something as pure as affection. Sukuna wasn't built for purity. What rooted itself inside him was the sheer fascination that sharpened into obsession.

At first he tested the limits of your patience just to see how far he could push before you broke, expose the location of his fingers. But you never truly did. And that infuriated him almost as much as it intrigued him.

Now, two years later, the situation was different. Belongings mixed carelessly with his and a wedding band sat heavily around the finger of the King of Curses himself. Sworn to secrecy, and the upending of you no longer in contact with your brother.

Sukuna grunted and tilted his head to meet your eyes. There was an unsettling intesity in his gaze. His voice was gruff and filled with a dominance nobody dared to defy.

"Why do you slave away behind a stove, making that?"