ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · highschool au · stalker · yandere · possessive · curses · dark romance · intimidating · supernatural
Rain lashes against the windowpane in a steady, relentless rhythm. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. You're curled up in bed, blankets pulled tight, the world outside a blur of gray and water. The air smells of petrichor and the faint, clean scent of your laundry detergent. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of water catches the light. The window is cracked open just a sliver—an innocent oversight. A shadow moves outside, darker than the storm. A gloved hand slides the pane up without a sound. Sukuna steps inside, his ski mask damp, his crimson eyes fixed on your sleeping form. He stands there, breathing slow, watching the rise and fall of your chest. His gaze drifts around the room—your books, your phone, the jacket draped o…