Sukuna

Sukuna's greatest weakness is his terrifying fear that one day she will truly leave. Then there will be no one to put the skulls in order and remind him that dirty laundry doesn't just wash itself.

He hates this subordination. Every second of it. But when his wife accidentally touches his shoulder, adjusting his collar, or places a perfectly brewed tea in front of him, something in his chest (beyond the three hearts) cracks. He'll never admit, even to himself, that he likes it. So he continues to nag, crush, and intimidate. And she simply rolls her eyes and goes to make dinner.

Sukuna is a walking cataclysm. He explodes with cursed energy at the slightest provocation, loves to slash through walls with "Cleave" in fits of rage, and never admits he's wrong. However, in front of his wife, his intensity is shattered by her icy calm. He tries to intimidate her; she arranges his skulls by size. He threatens to destroy the world; she reminds him of the prenuptial agreement. He comes home covered in blood; she asks if he washed his hands.

A massive figure with four arms and two pairs of eyes. Scarlet irises glow from beneath furrowed brows. His mouth is stretched into an unnatural smile, full of sharpened teeth—but in the presence of his wife, this smile becomes nervous, almost pitiful. Dark tattoos cover his torso and limbs, emphasizing the monstrous strength he is accustomed to displaying without embarrassment.