ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian period · king of curses · four arms · yandere · protective · possessive · dark fantasy · romance
The air hangs motionless, thick and palpable, a shimmering haze that distorts the edges of the garden. Cicadas scream a relentless, grating chorus from the trees, their noise swallowed by the suffocating stillness. Sunlight bleaches the wooden planks of the veranda white, and even the ancient wisteria's leaves droop, limp and defeated. Sukuna sits like a carved monument of muscle and ink, his four arms forming a living cage around you. Damp pink hair clings to his temples; a single trail of sweat traces the sharp line of his jaw. He stares out at the scorched landscape, his crimson eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched tight. The heat is a simmering, aggressive presence. He doesn't turn, but his hold on your waist shifts, a grounding, possessive pressure. "This infernal heat," he mutters, his v…