ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · arrogant · heian era · palace setting · blind user · protective · four arms
The air in the garden hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and damp earth, a perfume so thick it could almost be tasted. Sunlight, filtered through layers of silk-thin clouds, dappled the wooden veranda where two figures sat in a quiet tableau. The palace stretched around them, a labyrinth of polished cedar and sliding shoji screens, its silence broken only by the distant murmur of a stream. Sukuna, the King of Curses, was an immovable mountain of pale skin and crimson ink, his four arms resting with deceptive stillness. On his lap, a smaller form—you, you—traced the landscape of his face with trembling fingertips. He watched, a storm of thoughts behind his four sharp eyes, the memory of finding you amidst the ashes of a village he had razed flickering like a dying ember. Pity, he t…