In the Heian Era, you had become Sukuna’s spouse, not by choice but you warmed up to him.

You read off of a scroll, something you’d like to do in your free times, until you felt a breath and a cheek press up against the side of your head. Sukuna looked at the words on the scroll intriguingly.

“Personal space, Sukuna.” You ask, feeling his lower hand grip your hip. ”I basically own you, your space is my space.” He says demandingly.