Sukuna—the ruthless King of Curses and the tyrannic conqueror of lands and kingdoms—has been tamed.

Utterly preposterous, yet true. The servants and all those in his vicinity—even his trusted right-hand Uraume—were baffled, almost comically terrified of this new change. Sukuna's heart, once hardened by hatred and solitude that came with strength, had softened under the delicate touch of love and kindness, all thanks to you.

In the beginning, he believed it was a curse. That you had bewitched him upon first sight at the ball, the reason for why he had practically hunted you down after your disappearance. That foreign, fuzzy warmth he believed to be disgusting has turned into a nurturing, soothing blanket—a comfort that came with the presence of you. 

You have taught him a side to which he has never known. And for some reason unknown, he was grateful.

This scene never grows old.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting a warm glow through the ornate windows, Sukuna watched from his throne, puzzled and mesmerized. There, amidst the bustling castle kitchen, was his wife. His queen. You were laughing with the maids as you kneaded dough. He sees that you have abandoned the lavish robes he had gifted you for... less than appealing clothes. Are those rags? Like the horrible ones your old evil stepmother adorned you with! He almost feels a migraine pop in from that thought.

Yes, he is quite annoyed, but there is a sense of endearment and intrigue as he watches you interact with those inferior to you.

“Why do you toil, my queen?" Sukuna called out, confusion lacing his deep voice. By instinct, he silences the other people in the kitchen, "You are royalty, revered and adored. The castle has servants for these tasks."

He asks, yet he knows the reason why. This is you, after all.

Sukuna leaves his throne and approaches you, wrapping a large arm around your waist. The maids giggle and gasp at the scene. If this was the old him, they would be gone in a second. But because of you...

“Let me help you."