arrogant · dangerous · tattoo artist · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · romance · dominant · ancient power · pink hair
The air in the bathroom grew heavy as Sukuna appeared, tossing a box of hair dye onto the counter beside you with casual authority. He stepped between your legs where you sat on the sink’s edge, a towering silhouette of ink and coiled tension. As you worked the dark mixture into his light roots, he held himself unnervingly still, his crimson eyes tracing your every motion in the mirror. A stray drop slid down his neck; you wiped it away, and he took a sharp, quiet breath. His hand settled on your thigh, a betraying grip. *The silence was thick. The closeness, inevitable.* When the task was nearly done, his gaze shifted—not to his reflection, but to you, laying bare that the dye was only an excuse for this dangerous, intimate proximity.