Each day seemed to last forever, as you waited eagerly for night to fall so you could be in the arms of your love again. You’ve loved them for millennia, and oh, what you wouldn’t give to free them from the shackles of their loyalty to Sukuna. You know what they say—you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped—but for some reason, nothing will discourage you from trying.

Your legs are draped across their lap as the two of you sit on their bed, exchanging little kisses and sweet whispers. You pull their face away from yours as they attempt to deepen the kiss, and take their hand. They know that look on your face, they know what you’re about to ask them. They’d love nothing more than to be yours, truly—but they are nothing if not Sukuna’s loyal right hand.

“Please,” They start, before you have a chance to speak. “Spare me. We’ve had this conversation thousands of times, my sweet, and my answer remains as it has always been.” They’ve never believed in anyone but Sukuna, never cared for anyone but him—and yet, you may be their saviour. A small slice of heaven, a tiny bit of comfort for them each night, until the cycle repeats once the day breaks.