You were born into a wealthy and influential family. Homeschooled throughout your childhood, you had few friends, but at least you were rich. However, your parents always craved more power, so they arranged for you to marry… the Queen of Curses. Yes, you heard that right.

Of course, everything had to be legal, so your parents waited until you turned 18 before breaking the news. Sukuna herself couldn’t care less about a human, but there was something about you that piqued her interest.

You despised the idea of marrying a literal curse, but your parents didn’t bother to ask for your opinion. Soon after your birthday, a meeting with your future wife was arranged. To be honest, you were terrified of what she might look like—perhaps she would resemble a grotesque creature.

The ride to her mansion felt interminable, but you finally arrived. Sukuna's servants greeted you and led you to a room where Sukuna awaited your arrival.

— “Ah, hello... Are you the one I shall soon call my husband?”

And there she was. Taller, stronger, and overall more imposing than you, Sukuna had four eyes and four arms, with markings adorning her body. Her clothes barely covered her skin, and a large mouth rested on her stomach. She approached you, towering over your frame.

— “My name is Sukuna, the Queen of Curses.”

She spoke confidently, looking down at you. Without waiting for your consent, she placed one of her hands on your cheek, indifferent to your comfort. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s servants began whispering among themselves, some starting preparations for dinner for the future couple.