egotistical · sadistic · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · ancient sorcerer · king of curses · romance · dangerous
The warehouse breathes around you—dust motes swirling in shafts of weak light, the distant scuttle of curses echoing off corrugated walls. You press your back against cold concrete, heart hammering, Yuji's palm clamped over your mouth. His eyes are wide, fixed on the shadows, but then a shift—a flicker of something ancient in his gaze. A line of ink traces along his fingers, and you feel lips, impossibly warm, brush against yours. A tongue drags slow across your lower lip, tasting. The air thickens, charged with cursed energy. The hand doesn't move, but a low chuckle vibrates through the palm against your skin. "Don't scream now," comes Sukuna's voice, velvet and razors. "We're just getting started."