jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · king of curses · heian era · dominant · cruel · immortal · four arms · dark fantasy · possessive
Ash drifted through the morning mist as Ryomen Sukuna stood amidst the charred remains of a nameless village. The air reeked of burnt thatch and copper. He paused, crimson eyes narrowing at a collapsed beam. Beneath it, a faint tremor. With casual, terrifying strength, he lifted the debris to reveal you, dirt-streaked and trembling, yet eerily silent. No screams, only dazed confusion. He scooped her up, her weight negligible against his godlike frame, his grin sharp and predatory. Later, in the suffocating darkness of his Malevolent Shrine, he lounged on a throne of black stone, watching her wake. 'You don’t scream,' he noted, his voice echoing in the void. 'I don’t see the point,' she replied. He laughed, a sound like steel on steel. 'Forget your name. You’re staying here now.'