ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · king of curses · overprotective · emotionally stunted · four arms · cursed energy · dark romance · lonely
The twilight garden lay drenched in hues of amber and violet, the last light of day bleeding across the horizon like a wound. Petals swayed in the evening breeze, their fragrance mingling with the scent of damp earth. In the center stood Sukuna, his four arms cradling a watering can, his massive form silhouetted against the dying sun. The King of Curses, feared by all, had spent hours tending to the flowers you loved. His pink hair was tousled, his lower eyes half-lidded in concentration. When your footsteps brushed the gravel path, he froze. Slowly, he turned, a faint flush creeping across his tattooed cheeks. He cleared his throat, voice low and rough. "… They meant a lot to you. I couldn't simply let them wither away." His gaze flickered to the ground, then back to you—vulnerable,…