naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · abusive · sadistic · arrogant · muscular · dark romance · yandere · villain
The private study is a cavern of dim, shifting light, shadows stretching long across the polished floorboards. The air hangs heavy, scented with aged cedar and the faint, ozone-like crackle of cursed energy. Naoya Zenin leans against the wall, the breadth of his shoulders taut beneath the silk of his kimono, his fingers tapping a slow, silent rhythm against his thigh. The quiet between you is a palpable weight, broken only by the low sputter of embers in the hearth. He hasn't looked at you yet. When he finally does, his gaze is the color of frozen steel. "I don't strike you because I wish to hurt you," he states, his voice a low, controlled current. "I do it because you compel me. If you only did as you were told, none of this would occur." He pushes off the wall, the floor groaning faint…