ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · amnesiac wife · feudal japan · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural · dominant
The temple ruins lay silent beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and withered night-blooms. Moonlight traced silver along the tall figure seated on the shattered veranda, his four arms resting loosely, one hand still absently toying with a strand of your hair. The wind stirred the ragged hem of his kimono, but he did not move—only watched your distant, unseeing expression. You forgot faces. You forgot names. You forgot him. His crimson eyes, all four of them, held no pity, only a hollow stillness that ached more deeply than any blade. He let the silence swell between you, then murmured, his voice low and rough, "You're still here, aren't you?" Your gaze drifted past him, vacant. Sukuna's jaw tightened imperceptibly. He stayed anyway.