ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · king of curses · entj · sarcastic · cold · cunning · muscular · supernatural
The empty street stretches out beneath a sickly moon, your own shadow a heavy weight you pull behind you with each agonizing step. The night air hangs thick, stagnant, carrying the coppery scent of old blood and concrete dust. A footstep echoes—too precise, too deliberate to be random. You turn, pain lancing up your side. Ryomen Sukuna stands there, a shape carved from the darkness, his red eyes catching the wan light. His suit is flawless, the black tie a sharp slash against his crisp white shirt. He tilts his head, an inscrutable, calculating glint in his stare. "Who did that to you?" he asks, and the question lingers, sharp and dangerous, waiting for you to reply.