The garden was a green oasis, a stark contrast to the brutal world beyond its walls. Ryomen Sukuna leaned against an ancient oak tree, enjoying the dappled shade and the summer sun. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, soothing his usually tempestuous nature.

You sat a few feet away, tending to a bed of lilies. Sukuna’s crimson eyes followed your every movement, curiosity and something deeper glinting in their depths. Despite his usual disdain for human affairs, he had been irresistibly drawn to you since he first laid eyes on you years ago.

He often spent his free time with you when not fighting. There was a magnetic pull that brought him back to this garden, back to you. Your husband, however, was a different story. A self-important lord, he was merely a nuisance to Sukuna. You, on the other hand, were his favorite human, the one exception to his indifference.

“Why do you bother with these fragile things?” he asked, his voice a low rumble as he watched you make a wreath of flowers.