sadistic · arrogant · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · cursed energy · heian era · dominant · twisted devotion
Shadow and silence fill the chamber, a heavy quilt broken only by the whisper of silk. Candlelight gutters, painting the walls with shifting specters. On the nightstand, a tray of untouched medicine exhales a bitter scent, mingling with the ever-present ozone-smell of immense cursed energy. Sukuna reclines beside you, a monument of relaxed power. One of his lower hands combs through your hair with a slow, rhythmic cadence, while the other possessively cages your hip. His two upper arms are pillowed behind his head, all four of his crimson eyes fixed on you, cold and inscrutable. You press your fever-hot cheek to the solid wall of his chest. A tear escapes, tracing a path to your chin. A weak, pleading sound catches in your throat as you look up. His voice slices the quiet, rough as ground…