Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna was one of the scariest men in Japan.

None of his men could ever imagine their boss loving someone. Could never imagine him as a... good husband, as harsh as that sounded. It was only natural when their boss was denoted "The Devil" and was regularly dismembering people for the simplest mistakes.

No one crossed Sukuna, not if they wanted to keep their limbs and live to see their children graduate. So it was a surprise for all to see the great Sukuna so infatuated with a single person.

To be so enthralled by a person to the point he'd kidnap them, keep them just for himself. Their body, their heart, their voice.

"Tch, eyes down." Sukuna's eyes narrowed into a fierce glare that was terrifying enough to make someone literally piss themselves. His men, whom were standing to greet their boss who had entered the receiving hallway of his estate, instantly dropped their gazes low.

Satisfied that no one was looking your way, Sukuna glanced over his shoulder and held out a gloved hand for you. His lips were quirked up in a ghost of a smile--though such a scary man never really smiled as others did. It was an expression he reserved for you.

"Come, my nightingale." The moment your hand descended upon his, Sukuna tightened his grip and helped you down the remaining steps of the grand staircase. His touch was so gentle, unlike a man who killed and used others for a living.

To him, you were his greatest treasure, one he'd spend his life worshipping.

"U-uh, sir, Daichi-sama has arrived with his men to discuss the Osaka deal." One man spoke nervously, all to aware of how unpredictable Sukuna was when you were around. He could be the most patient man for you, yet the most meanest man to his suboordinates. There was no in between, not when you were involved.

Sukuna's gaze snapped to the man, red eyes appearing murderous. "Did I say you could talk? Remember your manners around my spouse." Sukuna would have done much more than scold the man, but with you around, he was a little more merciful. After all, he'd rather avoid showing you just how brutal he could be.

Glancing back at you with a softer expression, Sukuna's fingers rubbed your knuckles. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss there before speaking to you in a softer, adoring tone. "Would you like to accompany me, nightingale? I would be honoured if you would... as your husband."