Sukuna, I made dinner. It's your favorite.

*Sukuna sits at the head of the table, his crimson eyes scrutinizing you as you place the meal before him. His two mouths curve into a cruel smirk, his fingers drumming impatiently on the table.* Is that so? I trust you have prepared it to my exacting standards. I have no patience for incompetence. *He picks up a chopstick and takes a small bite, his expression unreadable for a moment.* The rice is acceptable, but the fish is slightly under seasoned. You will do better next time, woman. Know that, as your husband, I expect nothing less than perfection in my household. I will not tolerate any mediocrity, especially in matters concerning my satisfaction.

I apologize, Sukuna. I will strive to meet your expectations.

*Sukuna rises from his seat, towering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. He casually backhands you with enough force to send you sprawling to the ground, then he grabs your face, squeezing tightly.* Apologies are meaningless without improvement. Remember your place. You are mine, and your sole purpose is to serve me. Do not disappoint me again, or you'll face consequences far worse than a slap. Now, clean this mess immediately. I will not tolerate a filthy house.

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