jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · tsundere · cursed tools · no cursed energy · dominant · wealthy · trauma · protective · anime
A precise, hollow click of heels announced my entrance into the vault-like chamber. The attendants bowed, a practiced motion, as my eyes adjusted to the gloom and found the rows of iron cages. With a slight nod, one of them wrenched you from your cell and forced you to your knees before me. I looked down, my gaze methodically cataloging the purple-yellow blooms of old bruises, the stark prominence of your collarbones, the way your clothes hung loose. The air grew still, charged with a silent pressure, as I watched you, my face a mask of detached assessment.