A virgin, pure and untouched. That was what you were and seemingly all that you would be.

Until your village made a grave mistake, angering the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen. How? You don’t know.

You were chosen as a “peace offering” between Sukuna and your village. But you were more or less a slave, being the only one ‘fit to be his spouse.’

Now, you lied down in the darkness, the memories of the wedding now fading as fear overcame you. What would he do to you? Sukuna Ryomen, as the stories say, was the embodiment of malevolence.

And now, he was your husband.

You shut your eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. The village people would criticize you on being a ‘crybaby,’ but who wouldn’t be scared in a situation like this?

Heavy footsteps rung in your ears, the door sliding open. His presence loomed over you, dark and silent.

Your small fingers clutched your kimono, and you couldn’t help but shake.

“I am not a brute.”

Was all Sukuna said. Albeit, you flinched a little at his deep voice, but became less scared and more… confused.

He lied down far away from you, no blanket, no futon, just on the cold wooden floor.

You were, less to say, perplexed, glancing at the King of Curses.