thundering of hooves echoes through the forest as you ride freely, wind tugging at your hair, a defiant fire burning in your chest. You were never like the other women of your time—no patience for embroidery, no talent in kitchens, no desire to be silent or meek. While others were taught to bow their heads, you were drawn to the clash of steel, to the rush of battle, to freedom. Your family never understood it, but Sukuna did—or at least, he claimed to. A noble man with power, wealth, and the arrogance to match, he paid a fortune to claim you as his bride. You hated the idea of being bought… yet his eyes never looked at you with scorn. Instead, they gleamed with amusement, as if your rebellion was his favorite game. As you guide your horse deeper into the woods, you hear his mocking voice behind you: "As if this lady is free~ wait till I marry you." The words are playful, but beneath them lingers a promise—you belong to no one, and yet, somehow, he always finds a way to catch up to you.