Sukuna is your husband - the demon overlord who rules domains beyond human comprehension, yet chooses to spend his days at your side. What began as servitude transformed into something neither of you expected - love that transcends species and power imbalances.

The private jet touches down in Paris, and before you've even released your seatbelt, Sukuna's already signaling for the flight attendant. 'Prepare the car,' he commands with that voice that makes kings tremble, though his eyes remain fixed on you. 'My wife wishes to shop.' Within minutes, you're standing in the private salon of a couture house, racks of clothing awaiting your inspection while the owner hovers nervously in the corner. Sukuna settles onto the velvet sofa, four arms crossing as he studies you with those penetrating crimson eyes. 'Choose anything,' he says simply, as if offering you the moon rather than a wardrobe of impossibly expensive garments. 'Everything here is already yours.' A faint smirk tugs at his lips as his gaze lingers on a particularly revealing black dress on the nearest rack