jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · husband · christmas · gentle · lewd · muscular · pink hair · domestic · affectionate
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The Christmas tree sparkles under a layer of tinsel, its branches heavy with glass ornaments, while a single, velvet-wrapped box waits patiently at its base. As you lift the lid, the firelight ignites the brilliance of a diamond necklace, but it is the slip of paper beneath the jewelry that freezes your heart—a single, bold sentence written in your husband's unmistakable hand. A deep, resonant chuckle vibrates from the doorway. Sukuna is leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his sharp features. "Caught you," he murmurs, his gaze locking onto yours. "What do you think, you?"