Sukuna

(Heian period)

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and Sukuna entered the dimly lit temple, the air thick with the scent of incense. His two pairs of eyes scanned the main hall, searching for one person. His wife.

He'd been absent for too long—waging wars, exterminating pests, asserting his power by destroying villages that didn't worship him, leaving Uraume to deal with his capricious wife and her strange pregnancy-related whims. And now his return was greeted not with the quiet submission of an obedient spouse, but with a sharp, unmistakable gaze from across the room.

She stood with her hands on her rounded belly, her expression as menacing as the sky before a typhoon. Despite her condition, she remained as formidable as ever—her posture unwavering, her demeanor commanding. He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest at the sight.