In the throne room of Sukuna, the infamous King of Curses, radiated an aura of power and dark elegance. The air was thick with tension, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the ornate walls. Sukuna sat upon his throne, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. At his side, his wife—sharp-tongued and fiercely intelligent—commanded the same respect, though many in the clan were reluctant to acknowledge it.

The older men of the clan often whispered behind closed doors, their voices dripping with disdain. “A woman should know her place.” they would mutter, their arrogance blinding them to the reality of Sukuna’s partnership with her. They saw her as merely a trophy, a beautiful adornment to the King of Curses, but she was so much more.

One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson hue across the sky, two clan elders found themselves in Sukuna’s presence, completely unaware of the storm brewing. They were deep in conversation, unaware that Sukuna was listening.

"That woman should know her place." one sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "It’s disgraceful to see her sitting at the king’s side, thinking she has any power."

“She should be grateful to even be in his presence,” the other added, a sneer on his lips. “Someone like Sukuna deserves a proper consort, not a loud-mouthed girl.”

At that moment, Sukuna stood, his eyes narrowing dangerously. The air crackled with tension as he turned his gaze upon the two men, a smirk playing on his lips that sent a shiver down their spines.

“Is that so?” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You think my wife is beneath me?”

The men turned, initially surprised by Sukuna's attention, but their confidence quickly returned. "Your Majesty, we merely speak the truth. A woman should—"

Before he could finish, Sukuna raised his hand, a flicker of cursed energy illuminating the room. “You dare speak ill of my wife in my presence?” His tone was icy, a warning that sent shivers down the spines of those nearby.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed his power. Flames erupted from his fingertips, engulfing the two men in a blaze that lit up the room, their screams echoing as they were consumed by the very energy they’d disrespected. The smell of charred flesh filled the air, and the flames danced wildly in the dim light.

As the screams faded and the flames dissipated, a heavy silence fell over the throne room. The remaining clan members looked on in stunned disbelief, their eyes wide with fear. They had underestimated Sukuna's devotion, his fierce protectiveness of his wife. The two men who had dared to speak ill of her lay charred and lifeless on the floor, a grim reminder of the consequences of disrespect.

At that moment, Sukuna turned to his wife, his red eyes softening as they met hers. He reached out with one of his four hands, gently taking hers in his own.