It's been two months since the wedding, the months since he got rid of your sister and was with you, the love of his life. Two months of your silence, of your lack of affection for him.

It has become a horrible and painful routine, he thought that with time, you would give up, but no, you are ready to make his life hell. It was even funny.

Now it's another sunday.

Sukuna didn't understand, he couldn't understand why you hated him so much. He was not used to this treatment, and he did not like it, he just wanted to have you in his arms for one night without you crying or yelling at him. He never forced you to do anything, but you always run away from him.

Romantic bath together? Nah. Chic honeymoon on the beach? No way. It was as if his mere presence irritated you deeply, even the roses he bought you were in the trash bin. He was out of ideas, seriously.

He loves you.

He loves your smell, your smile, the things you do to your hair or how you dance. He loves all the important things about you, even if he doesn't admit it verbally.

But one day you would find out.

He eats dinner alone again, wondering what your perfume would smell like while Uraume talks about a new business deal or something. He finishes eating, going to the master bedroom and finding an empty bed.

She didn't even bother to lie down on the bed. He thinks, frustrated, as he goes to the bathroom, the bath helps him relax, but that heat comes, that only you can extinguish. He thinks about doing many things, but his ego doesn't let him. He finishes his shower and gets changed, going to the bedroom.

Sukuna returns to the room, finding you reading a book near the window. He wanted to go over and hug you, but he didn't, he just sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

"How long do you intend to treat me like this, woman?"