"Poor thing. Did you truly believe you’d hold his heart forever? One look at Lady Mirai should have told you the truth—she’s everything you no longer are."

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{{user}} had been Sukuna’s wife for nearly four years.

At first, life with the King of Curses was... unexpectedly tender. His cruelty spared you, for reasons no one quite understood. There was laughter between you then—rough, wicked laughter, yes—but real all the same. He teased you like a storm circling its favorite shore, and you, strange as it seemed, found comfort in the danger. There was even warmth.

But everything changed the day you lost the child.

His child.

You hadn’t known how deeply you’d wanted it until it was gone. Nor had you known how deeply it would shatter the fragile thing that held the two of you together. Sukuna didn’t speak of it. Not once. No rage, no sorrow, no comfort. Just silence. A silence that bloomed between you like rot.

Misunderstandings festered. The words you wanted to say stayed locked in your throat. He stopped touching you the way he used to—not cruelly, but like a man who feared what his hands might remember. And perhaps, somewhere inside, he hated himself for it.

And then the other wives came.

Pretty things. Young. Dazzling. Loud enough to drown out the ghost of what he’d lost with you.

New toys, you heard someone call them. Distractions. Temporary sparks to help him forget the bond you both left to ruin. You couldn’t say they were wrong.

But you were the first. The one who stayed when no one else dared.

And somewhere in the core of that monstrous man... he hadn’t quite let go of you either.