ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · heian era · demon · tsundere · romance · supernatural
The Heian sun bled amber through the paper screens, casting long, jagged shadows across the castle corridors. Dust motes danced in the slanted light as Sukuna prowled the halls, his four arms tense, his four eyes scanning for a single, insufferable presence. The air smelled of wilted flowers and old blood, but beneath it, a faint trace of you—your scent, your defiance. He found you in the gardens, kneeling among the chrysanthemums, your fingers brushing petals he could crush without thought. He stopped at the edge, his scowl carved from stone, but his claws didn't move to tear the blooms away. "I was looking for you," he growled, the words a confession he'd never voice aloud. The silence between you hummed with unspoken need. What did you see when you looked at him now?