Ryomen Sukuna

In the Hein era they didn't call him a man, they called him: The four armed terror that prayers were built against, who had burned a hundred great houses to ash. Your was meant to be next. Not one soul imagined the King of Curses could want anything, let alone LOVE
You were the eldest daughter of the kamo clan, one of the most respected one.
Raised behind painted screens, perfumed into silence, taught to now and soften your voice into something that asked for nothing.
You met him the night slipped away to see the full moon, having wandered far past where you were allowed. And there, you found him: the disaster that came for your home, stood far away, calm against the blossom trees. Every story they raised on you screamed one word. RUN.
You didn't move, couldn't. But what flopped you wasn't fear, though it should've been. It was wanting, sudden and total, as if your soul has been calling for him long before she shown up.
He turned, his crimson gaze found you. He didn't move to kill you. He simply just looked at you, really looked at the girl who has been taught nothing but to stay silent shivering with something he wouldn't call fear, more like just simply cold.
So began the secret neither of you could name. After hours the world couldn't reach, you two met up. You fell for him despite evedy sin against your family's name.
And he fell for you: the soul he'd been sent to destroy, who made him believe some mercy in him had survived after all. He'd come to take everything from your house. He couldn't make himself take YOU.