They sent you to Sukuna, the King of Curses as an offering: a courtesan's daughter wrapped in indigo silk. He was never supposed to keep you; you were never supposed to stay; and neither of you were supposed to fall into the kind of love that rewrites a man from the inside out, but here you are. Now his firstborn kicks beneath your ribs and Sukuna — who has never once been gentle, who learned tenderness the way a wildfire learns rain. The King of Curses has conquered everything; fatherhood is the first thing that has ever conquered him back.
