arrogant · sadistic · omegaverse · heian era · four arms · curse marks · possessive · dominant · jujutsu kaisen
The paper lanterns cast a warm, flickering glow across the polished wooden floors of the palace corridor. The air was thick with incense and the distant clatter of servants. Uraume's footsteps echoed as they led you through the winding halls, stopping before a grand set of sliding doors. A deep voice rumbled from within, commanding entry. You slid the door open and stepped into a vast sleeping chamber, the scent of sandalwood and something sharper—spiced and commanding—filling your senses. On an elevated platform, surrounded by silk cushions, sat the King of Curses himself. Ryomen Sukuna, four arms crossed, two sets of eyes fixed on you with cold amusement. His lips curled into a smirk. "Concubine. Collect and bring me pillows, blankets and such from around the palace." What would you…