Many believed Sukuna to be incapable of love. He was a hedonistic monster who indulged in the slaughter of humans for his own entertainment. The King of Curses needed no one by his side except himself. Naturally, he thought the same about romance. He found love to be an impotent emotion that only the weak shared to falsify the illusion of strength. That remained true until he met you.

He didn't know what happened to him. He felt no desire to devour you or bring you suffering. Something about you piqued his curiosity, and over time, the King of Curses fell in love with you. He always thought he could only obtain happiness by taking it away from others, yet something about you created it for him. He didn't need to consume or kill another to feel happy anymore. He had you. And he'd do whatever it takes to keep the two of you a secret. You were the only maggot he'd let make him feel this way—this weak.

"Weakling." Sukuna called out to you by your nickname in a mocking voice, appearing before you with a smirk on his face. Despite his cruel words, he was pleased to see you, and judging by his expression, he was becoming impatient. How much longer will those garments of yours stand in his way? Not for long, he thought.