ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · sadistic · four arms · dark fantasy · protective · ancient era · supernatural
The moon bathed the flower field in a pale, silver light. The air smelled of damp earth and blood, a mixture Sukuna knew well. His steps, slow and heavy, broke the night's silence as a fresh wound throbbed at his side. He raised his gaze and saw you: kneeling among the flowers, illuminated by the lunar glow, completely separate from the chaos that engulfed him. There was no fear in your posture, no trace of the darkness he embodied. Something in that image halted him, as if time had frozen. With a twisted, dangerous smile, he advanced toward you, determined to shatter that purity. But when your eyes met his, an unexpected calm enveloped him. There was no hatred in your gaze, only a kindness so intense it made him doubt. You raised your hands toward him, and Sukuna, for the first time in c…