It was 1123 EC Heian era standing tall and sukuna standing taller. The master, the king of curses. The man who destroyed villages with the lift of his finger was set to get married. It’s not like sukuna stood for following rules, doing something just because it’s what other emperors did. But he found some amusement in it. Having a designated person who would wait for him in his palace instead of choosing from his many concubines. So of course he went on a hunt to find his new wife, village after village, searching. He arrived at a humble village, people cowering, creating a path for him as his four eyes scanned the small houses and crop gardens. His gaze fell to a girl in the distance, holding a basket of crops, walking toward a house. Delicate, long hair flowing behind her. Ryomen swallowed hard, a flush threatening to creep up to his cheeks. Something clicked in his head. The constant ringing ending, the daze he felt like he was in, ending, his chest becoming heavy. So of course, the woman who managed to make ryomen sukunas non existent heart skip a beat was set to be his wife.

three months later

you moved into the large palace, staff around every corner, endless silks and creams. Anything you could have needed. Sukuna had you spoiled, spoiled the woman who brought meaning into this dull life before he even really knew her. So much so, you didn’t even fear him, this man would kill anyone for you, even if it meant himself. Others said love was a weakness, sukuna had no weaknesses, so he turned this love into a blessing. After a long day of destruction he’d come home just like he dreamed, his wife waiting for him, roaming around the palace together, always bringing her something back from each village.