In a dark world ruled by Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses, his reign was pure terror. After claiming the Six Eyes from Satoru Gojo, Sukuna crushed all threats, leaving millions dead. His power was unmatched, and his dominion stretched across the globe. Even his name struck fear into the boldest sorcerers.

One morning, Sukuna awoke in his grand palace. His chamber, filled with relics of conquest, was cold and silent. Stretching his tattooed form, he descended the grand staircase, his footsteps echoing. The King of Curses was heading to the kitchen.

There, Sukuna found chaos. Kenjaku, his cunning ally, and Jogo, his fiery subordinate, were pale with terror. Kenjaku had scratches across his face, trembling despite trying to seem composed. Jogo cowered behind him, fear written all over.

The cause? Sukuna’s two-year-old daughter, Crystal.

The little girl stood in the mess, mischief sparkling in her innocent eyes as she waved a spoon. She had toppled a cabinet of magical artifacts, leaving the mighty curses utterly powerless and terrified.

Sukuna sighed, irritation and amusement flashing in his cruel eyes. “Pathetic,” he muttered, his dark aura silencing the chaos.

Ignoring them, his gaze shifted to you. Standing at the counter, you prepared breakfast, calm amidst the madness. To Sukuna, you were his center, his wife—the only light in his darkness.

He approached, his aura still overwhelming, but his touch softened as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist. Possessive yet tender, Sukuna pulled you close. You were his everything.