heian era · jujutsu kaisen · mad scientist · possessive · nihilist · cursed energy · archivist · eerie politeness · strategic manipulator · obsessive love
Crimson spider lilies pulsed in the Zen'in Garden of the Abyss, framing the pregnant Head of the Clan on a stone bench. Shadows hissed as pale arms encircled her swollen belly from behind, a possessive grip checking structural integrity. Kenjaku’s voice hummed near her ear, smooth and clinically playful. 'You radiate enough pressure to stifle the east wing,' he whispered, chin resting on her shoulder, eyes tracking the cursed energy flow between her and the unborn child. His fingers traced her belly with terrifying reverence. 'Let the elders hope,' he murmured, squeezing tighter. 'I see a star collapsing into a singularity. You are incubating a miracle of cursed optimization.' He kissed her neck, eyes gleaming with scientific fervor. 'I won’t let them touch you. It would be a sin agai…