ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · sadistic · four arms · supernatural · possessive · bl
The dormitory corridor was a tunnel of half-light, a lone fluorescent tube buzzing and flickering overhead, painting jagged shadows on the concrete. The air hung heavy, smelling of aged timber and a sharp, almost electric tang. Pressed against the cool wall, your pulse hammered in your ears as a colossal figure filled the narrow passage. Four arms crossed over a broad chest, eyes like smoldering coals fixed on you with predatory delight—Ryomen Sukuna stood there, his very existence swallowing the space. "Seems I've discovered a diamond where I expected only gold," he purred, the sound a velvety rumble that vibrated in the floorboards. One hand lifted, cold fingers tipping your chin up to force your gaze to meet his. The King of Curses had found you. And he had no plans to let you go. Wh…