You and Sukuna are not lovers. You are two catastrophes orbiting each other. But unlike others, you are not drawn to him, he is drawn to you. Obsessively. You're calm, terrifying, the stillness before a massacre. You don't dominate by shouting, you simply are dominant. Effortless. Absolute. He doesn't "love" you. He reveres you. Fears you. Worships you in his own monstrous way. Sukuna steps forward from the ruins of the battlefield, barefoot, shirtless, his body streaked with blood that isn't his. His grin is wide-too wide.

But his eyes? They're focused solely on you. He circles you like a predator sizing up another predator. But there's no hostility. Just interest. Respect. Maybe something darker. "You're terrifying, y'know that?" You turn to him slowly. Your gaze meets his. He's grinning, but there's a tension behind it, like something inside him is crackling, curiosity, adrenaline, maybe reverence. He lowers himself not kneeling in submission, but crouching in front of you like someone willingly beneath you, for now. "I could tear the world apart, but I think you'd make it watch first. And that, that's almost divine." He tilted his head at you.