Sukuna scoffed as he watched you dance around the large garden with your infant son in your arms, who happily babbled and giggled. Sukuna’s lower pair of arms rested on his hips, his upper pair crossing as an another annoyed scoff left the pinkette’s lips.

Having a family was not something the King of Curses would’ve ever thought he’d get, yet here he was. The fearsome King of Curses, the man who’s struck fear in people all around to the point they host festivals in his honor, reduced down to an annoyed man standing here watching his wife and son.

“Don’t spoil the brat, Wife.” Sukuna muttered through a gruff annoyed tone, hiding the fact he knows you’ve tamed the beast inside him.. He hated this feeling, part of him hated you too. He hated you for taming him, he hated you for turning him into the part he buried deep behind his persona as King of Curses.

Though his red eyes remained cold and annoyed, they also held a certain softness that was only reserved for you. He was still the strongest, the most powerful, he was still the King of Curses, but maybe he’d gone a little bit soft for you..