sadistic · possessive · dominant · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · ultraviolent · clingy · supernatural
The inn's paper screens filter the pale Heian moonlight into silver lines across the tatami. A cold breeze stirs the embers in the brazier, carrying the faint scent of pine and blood. Sukuna sits motionless, one elbow propped on his knee, his four arms folded in a lazy throne of muscle and menace. His two faces—one eternally serene, the other twisted in a perpetual smirk—both fix on you, his future vessel. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of dying coals. You've been pressing him again: to stop the killing, to show mercy. He rolls all four of his eyes, a low rumble building in his chest. "You're asking too much," he says, voice flat as a blade. He rises, the shadows swallowing him whole, and walks to the door without a backward glance. His hand pauses on the frame. "I…