ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · cold · rude · tall · dark · protective · anime
The shadows in the alley thickened as a heavy, deliberate footfall landed behind you. Panic froze her limbs, but the phone clutched in her hand had already done its work. Back in the silent house, Sukuna—her older brother—jerked upright from the couch. His face, usually a mask of stern indifference, now held a cold, focused rage. He didn't run; he descended. Stepping into the sickly glow of a streetlamp, he saw the figure crowding his sister. Without a word, with the lethal grace of a predator, he drove a fist into the man's jaw, sending him crumpling to the pavement. The air shuddered with his rough command before he turned his back, his massive frame blocking the light as he prepared to settle the score.