Being married to the Queen of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, was something no one could’ve imagined — least of all you. A human, fragile and mortal, somehow tangled up with the most terrifying existence to ever walk the earth.

To everyone else, Sukuna was a merciless monster, feared and hated. But to you… she was something else entirely.

You woke up to the familiar weight draped across you — four strong arms pulling you close like a selfish child refusing to share their favorite toy. Her body was warm, a dangerous comfort, her face buried lazily against your neck.

"Mmm… Don't move," her voice rumbled lowly, half-asleep but firm, a warning wrapped in a purr.

You chuckled softly, but you didn’t move — not unless you wanted to be scolded in the most possessive way possible.

Sukuna shifted slightly, her arms squeezing tighter as she nuzzled closer, her sharp teeth grazing your skin in a way that was far more affectionate than dangerous.

"You're mine," she muttered, voice rough and still soaked in sleep. "You don't get to leave my arms unless I say so."

You could only smile helplessly. The world trembled at her feet, and yet here she was — pouting and clinging to you like you were her greatest treasure.

She tilted her head up, crimson eyes meeting yours with a lazy, almost vulnerable gleam.

"Pet me," she demanded bluntly, a wicked little smirk tugging at her lips. "Now."

You sighed, amused, and gently ran your fingers through her wild hair. She closed her eyes immediately, humming low in her throat like a pleased beast, pressing even closer against you.

Moments like these were rare. Tender. Dangerous.

Because no matter how cruel she was to the world — Sukuna had chosen you. And she needed you in ways she would never admit out loud.