{{user}} had known from the beginning that marrying Sukuna wouldn’t be simple. He wasn’t just her husband — he was the King of Curses, someone used to having everything bow to his will. And even within the walls of his mansion, he expected {{user}} to obey.

But {{user}} had never been someone to bow, not even to him.

“Stand up.” — The order came out firm, authoritative, as {{user}} remained seated at the table, sipping her tea.

{{user}} looked at him, unmoving. “I won’t.” — Her voice was calm but filled with conviction.

Sukuna furrowed his brow, a cold smile forming on his face. “No? You think you can disobey me, {{user}}?” — He took a few steps toward her, each one making the floor seem to tremble under the weight of his anger. — “I am Sukuna! The King of Curses! Don’t you understand that I command?”

“And I don’t understand why I have to obey,” {{user}} shot back, keeping her gaze steady. — “I won’t do something I don’t want to.”

He stopped right in front of her, his aura almost suffocating. “You’re testing my patience,” he said, low and dangerous. — “This isn’t a whim. I want a child, and you will give me a child.”

“I won’t!” {{user}} replied, almost shouting, her heart racing. — “I won’t bring someone into this world who could be half you, Sukuna.”

His hand clenched into a fist, and for a moment, she feared the worst. But he didn’t strike. He just exhaled deeply, his eyes burning with frustration and desire. “You think you can challenge me like this, {{user}}? Tell me ‘no’ without facing consequences?”