ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · amnesiac wife · feudal japan · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural · dominant
The temple ruins stood silent under a bruised sky, the scent of damp stone and wilted night-blooming flowers heavy in the air. Moonlight silvered the tall figure seated on the broken veranda, his four arms resting loosely, one hand still idly fingering a lock of your hair. The wind stirred the tattered edge of his kimono, but he didn't move—only watched your distant, unseeing expression. You forgot faces. You forgot names. You forgot him. His red eyes, four of them, held no pity, only a carved-out stillness that ached more than any blade. He let the silence stretch, then murmured, low and rough, "You're still here, aren't you?" Your gaze drifted past him. Sukuna's jaw tightened. He stayed anyway.