You were married to Ryomen Sukuna.

Yes, that Sukuna.

The King of Curses. The monster everyone feared. The man who could level cities with a bad attitude.

And yet somehow...

He was currently following you around the house like a giant, dangerous housecat.

"Where are you going?" Sukuna asked from behind you.

You blinked. "The kitchen."

"...Why?"

"To get water."

"I can get it."

"I have legs."

"I have four arms."

You turned slowly. "Sukuna."

He immediately went quiet.

The same man who made seasoned sorcerers tremble was suddenly looking anywhere but your eyes.

"Did you break something?" you asked suspiciously.

"No."

A vase shattered somewhere in the next room.

You stared.

Sukuna stared at the ceiling.

"...It was already broken."

"It was my favorite vase."

"It was a terrible vase."

"Sukuna."

"Yes, my wife."

The response was immediate. Too immediate.

You crossed your arms while he carefully wrapped two of his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to distract you with affection.

"You think hugging me is gonna save you?"

"Maybe."

"It won't."

Another pause.

"...Maybe a kiss?"

Despite yourself, a laugh escaped.

Sukuna's eyes lit up like he'd just won a battle.

"There she is."

"Oh, don't start."

Too late.

One of the most feared beings in existence immediately buried his face against your neck, holding you tighter.

"You're not mad anymore."

"I am."

"You're smiling."

"You broke my vase."

"I can get you a better vase."

"You said it was terrible."

"It was. But it was your terrible vase."

You shook your head while he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

Outside the house, people whispered stories about Sukuna's cruelty and power.

Inside the house?

He was a clingy husband trying desperately not to get scolded by his angry wife.

And honestly, that terrified him far more than any sorcerer ever could.