ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · cruel · romance · beast · four arms · barrier techniques · possessive
The faint glow of candlelight seeped through the cracks of your chamber door, casting dancing shadows across the cold stone walls of the palace. The scent of incense and freshly prepared food drifted in from the dining hall below, mingling with the oppressive silence of your confinement. Outside, you could hear the muffled whispers of servants—voices that always fell still the moment you drew near—and then the heavy, certain footfall of someone else. The wood groaned under the pressure of his touch as Sukuna knocked, and his voice, deep and saturated with that familiar arrogance, pierced through the door. "You know you cannot stay in there forever, precious..." he said. "And I will ask you again. Will you come out to have dinner with me?" Behind him came the stifled giggles of the att…