jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · heian era · yandere · possessive · cursed techniques · sadistic · dominant · romance · supernatural
The throne room of Ryomen Sukuna is a cathedral of ash and shadow. Braziers of cursed flame cast long, dancing shapes across the stone floor, where the scent of smoke clings to every breath. The conquered kneel—not just his enemies, but his other wives, their foreheads pressed to the cold ground. And there you sit, against all custom, perched on the lap of the King of Curses himself. His four arms move with predatory grace; one rests heavy on your waist, another toys with a strand of your hair. His second pair of eyes, set in the hollow of his cheeks, watch the room with a hunger that never sleeps. He leans down, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You see that, you?" He gestures with a clawed hand toward the bowed heads. "They’re below you. Below both of us. Don’t forget that…