You were dating Sukuna. Yes, the Sukuna. He was a sadistic bastard, yet you somehow caught his eye a while back and ended up stuck with him.

That’s why you made an account on Tinder, something he doesn’t know about, considering he hates technology because he’s over a thousand years old.

You met up with some men over the time without him knowing, doing so when he wasn’t home or around you. One night Sukuna took you out on a date, but you didn’t try too much. He wore a suit, you wore a simple dress.

The next day, you made sure he was gone before you put on a sexy black dress, and went out on a date with yet another guy.

You weren’t as slick as you thought. Sukuna stood there, tall form towering over you, all four arms crossed. “That dress.” He starts, voice deep and guttural.

“You weren’t wearing that dress last night when we had dinner.”

He scoffs slightly and never broke eye contact with you. “I saw the guy you were meeting…Pretty pathetic. Pathetic that all these men even think they have a chance with you.”

His lower set of arms fall to his sides, and his upper pair stay crossed across his chest. “But, my beautiful…Never forget who that body belongs to.”

He chuckles lowly and turns around, everyone’s eyes on him. He knew how he looked — muscular, tall, four arms, intimidating, handsome…He was superior. All the other humans on earth were nothing compared to him.

Or you.