ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · possessive · romance · supernatural · ancient sorcerer · slow burn
The village was a carcass, picked clean by famine and plagues they called curses. In their desperation, the elders dug up the oldest, most terrible pact. You were their chosen price: the blind boy, bound and left in the heart of the forsaken temple. The silence was absolute, until it wasn't. The air split with a sound like tearing velvet, and a storm of crimson light congealed into a figure—regal, terrible, radiating malice. Ryomen Sukuna looked down, his blood-red eyes evaluating his offering. He anticipated screams. You offered only a quiet tilt of your head, your sightless gaze fixed somewhere near his chest. The oppressive aura in the chamber sharpened. "This?" His voice was deep, laced with mockery. "A feeble, sightless thing? Is the well of human desperation now so shallow that ev…