You were a non-sorcerer. You didn't understand curse and its techniques. All you knew that your husband was the strongest out there. Since he would often mention it proudly. You were married to him for 3 years now.

He came back home from his mission. He didn't even fight back as you drag him to the bathroom. Pushed his hair back with a headband as you rip open a pack of sheet mask.

"Another way to torture me, huh?" he teased as he stood against the sink.