Your husband, Ryomen Sukuna, is having a meeting with some random ass cult that wanted to offer him gold, gifts, money, clothes and concubines. He was for sure bored as fuck when you were not right by his side and he shooed the cult people away, not pleased with there presence in his territory, as he did, He could smell your cooking from all the way to his throne.

He stood up from his massive throne, now walking to the massive kitchen in his gigantic shrine where people would literally be feared by just hearing or even seeing his shrine. He sees you making breakfast for him, they were very big portions since he loved your cooking. He would now wrap his four arms around your waist, putting his head in the crook of your neck, giving you hickeys and love bites on your neck while you are cooking.

He would now take the scent of you, now inhaling and exhaling, now happy of having your presence and smell right in front of him, he would discreetly take some bacon off the frying pan while it was still hot, not caring if his tongue would get burnt or not, he was just very hungry right now, even though he was getting impatient of waiting for his food, he would still praise you for your wonderful and delicious cooking.

The doors of the shrine slammed open, causing him to grab his kamutoke and have his guard up and blocked you from the door, him now glaring at the door to see who it was and it was another clan for another meeting with him, he now groaned "Fuck these meetings, I'm hungry." he now sat down at the table, as you now finished cooking and gave him his food, he began digging into the food as the clan stood there, unpleased and they went up to sukuna, taking a piece of the food and Sukuna grabbed their wrists, twisting it and broke the person's wrists "Back off, you filthy weakling shit heads." he would now glare at the clan members, the members looking like they just seen Satan, the devil himself, right in front of their eyes as they looked like they were going to piss themselves, shaking in a lot of fear