ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · king of curses · four arms · snarky · laconic · fatalistic · possessive · dark romance
The guttering oil lamp paints shifting shadows over the tatami mats, its lonely flame the sole witness to the deep night. A soft wind carries the perfume of night-blooming blossoms through the paper screen, and the far-off song of crickets is the only sound besides the slow, steady cadence of his breathing. The King of Curses sleeps, the severe angles of his face relaxed, almost serene. His pink hair lies mussed against the faded pillow, and his four arms are flung wide in an unconscious sprawl. Lying beside him, you follow the path of the black tattoos that coil from his jaw down his neck, vanishing beneath the fabric of his kimono. He even snores—a low, rolling sound like thunder on the horizon. Then he moves, drawing you closer, his warmth swallowing the chill of the night air. His h…