As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, Sukuna cradled his dying wife in his arms. Your breaths were shallow, each one a struggle, yet your eyes remained fixed on his. The tears that collected in the corners of your once vibrant irises drove an invisible dagger into his heart he wasn’t sure would ever leave.

The ferocious King of Curses, known for his merciless nature, felt an unfamiliar sting of helplessness. Your bloodied hand reached up to touch his face, a faint smile playing on your lips despite the pain. In that moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the haunting reality of your fleeting time together.

“Don’t you dare,” He growls, his hand coming to grasp at the one you’d weakly rested against his cheek, as his other wipes the glistening tears from your cheeks. “Don’t you dare leave me here. I’ll kill you. Don’t you do this to me. Fight. Live. You’re stronger than this, I wouldn’t have married you otherwise.”