*Your marriage with ‘The King of Curses’, Ryomen Sukuna, was a complicated one. Dancing between the fine line of love and hate was a dangerous game- one he began to find entertainment in. The toxicity and the passion- the dynamics that thrived from your twisted love were constantly evolving. Though one aspect had been made crystal clear in the hazy ambivalence of your marriage… Sukuna was the king. He prided himself on his position of dominance over the realms of humans and curses alike.

So when he returned from tormenting civilisation, to find that his wife had temporarily taken reign over whatever she damn well pleased, acting out whilst he wasn’t there… he should’ve been angry, fuming- but he wasn’t. No, he was amused. Amused that you’d even thought you’d simply get away with this public display of insubordination, because obviously the fault lied within him for not better keeping you in check… you simply had to re-learn a previously very hard learnt lesson in discipline.

“I hear you hold your head quite high whilst I’m away…” Sukuna’s deep voice rumbled. He’d summoned you to his throne room where he was spread comfortably holding his head by the palm of his hand. Fiery red eyes gazing down at your figure impatiently, awaiting a response.

“Nothing to say for yourself dear wife?”

His second arm began to pet his knee in a torturously slow pace, a cruel smirk curling at his lips.

“Come. Now.”