Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

The heart of a monster

Hola friends this chapter is going to be very graphic and contains triggering material, including murder, and harm to men, women, and children, along with violence and gore. Please read at your own risk or skip it if it really is bothering you! GRAPHIC WARNING!!!Also, this is going to be a two-part chapter due to how long it got.  

PART 1 OF 2

"You can open your eyes now," Sukuna states.

My eyes flutter open and instantly meet Sukuna's bright red orbs. I can't stop my lip from quivering as the smell of burnt flesh and ash invades my nose. My legs tremble as I force myself up, but I don't care about the shooting pain or the fact that I feel like I am burning alive. All that my brain can focus on is him, the need to rush into his embrace and weep. I didn't care that he wasn't human anymore. I didn't care if he was a curse now. All I cared about was his embrace, his warmth, his comfort.

"Ryomen," I croaked as my aching body crashed into his chest, and I let go of the pain that was crawling up my throat. A soft wail escapes my lips, and the dam bursts, the tears falling like rain. "Why didn't you save me," I sob, my hands fisting into his robes. "why did you leave," I hiccup as he stands stiff, "I was going to give you a son." I wail into his chest.

I am not ashamed of the blame I wrongfully threw at him. Nor am I ashamed of how I held him so tight, as if my life depended on this very hold. Sukuna is rigid against me as I hold him tightly. He doesn't know how to react as I bury my head into his chest and sob. He says nothing but does the only affectionate thing he knows how.

He gently pats my head, his fingers moving through my hair with a tender caress as though comforting a fragile animal. Not a single word escapes his lips as I hold onto him, seeking solace. Sukuna offers no reassurances or apologies, and there are none of the usual gestures people employ to console someone in pain. Yet, in his own way, he grants me the space to release my sorrow, allowing me this moment to grieve.

I didn't know what was going through his head or why he was showing me all of this. Maybe it was to be cruel, or perhaps it was his way of explaining what he had become. The worst part was the relief and comfort his touch brought me. He stroked my hair one final time, and his voice broke the silence.

As he utters, "Gather yourself," his commanding voice echoes through the room. His hands, large and reminiscent of a bear's, firmly grip my arm, gently nudging me away from the safety of his warm embrace. My knees feel weak as he steps back from me, his eyes hardening as he stares at me, and my gaze flickers away. I finally take in the chaos around me. Our bedroom is burned down, ash and smoke smolder as the outside begins to smoke from the damage, and the scene falls back in my head; the reality hits harder this time.

My eye dared glimpse the bed where my body lay curled, naked, and charred from the fire. "This is what was done to us," his words were low. Still, his voice carried an edge, "and now it's my turn," his voice was low, "You have seen what they did, the monsters that hide in the shadows, the men who would do such a thing to you," His voice rumbles with a menacing growl, his once neutral face now transforming into a hardened mask. As I observe him intently, I can see the fiery intensity of his anger and rage burning brightly. He had lost himself; he had become an unrecognizable, a shadow of the person he once was.

Sukuna's eyes stare back at me, and they look void. He was empty. The only thing that was left was his hunger and hatred as he continued, "I wasn't there that day, and you died." his lips tightened with disgust, as if he wanted to say more, something human and sweet but couldn't. He wasn't the man I once knew, and he refused to show me anything that would make him appear like anything but the monster he had become.