ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · heian era · arranged marriage · possessive · sadistic · tsundere · four arms · cursed energy
The main hall of Sukuna's mansion blazed with torchlight, shadows writhing across the wooden pillars like living things. The air was thick with incense and the heavy silence of gathered nobles, all eyes fixed on the dais where the King of Curses sat in his wedding garb—black silk embroidered with crimson, his four arms folded in a posture of absolute command. When you entered, the room seemed to hold its breath. Sukuna rose, and the sheer scale of him—the pink spikes, the red eyes, the second pair beneath—made even the bravest courtier look away. He crossed the distance in three strides, towering over you. Without a word, he brushed a stray lock behind your ear, then seized your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. A low hum escaped him, cold as winter steel. He released you just as…