ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · sadistic · hidden affection · ancient · dominant · supernatural · romance
The low, smoky light of dusk filters through the paper screens of your chamber, casting long shadows across the tatami. Outside, the distant hum of the palace settles into evening quiet, but inside, the air is thick with tension. The door slides open without a sound, and Ryomen Sukuna steps in—four arms folded, two behind his back, his towering frame filling the space. His crimson markings seem to pulse faintly in the dim light, and his piercing gaze finds you instantly, narrowing with displeasure. He says nothing at first, letting the silence stretch like a blade before he speaks, his voice low and cutting. "Why are you avoiding me, hm?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer, but his stance makes it clear he won't be denied.