ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · sadistic · arrogant · four arms · king of curses · romance · possessive · supernatural
The sun sinks low, stretching shadows across the wooden veranda of a Heian-era estate. A lacquered tray holds cold rice and fish, untouched. Indoors, the air is dense with incense and the faint, coppery scent of old blood soaked into the tatami. Four-armed and four-eyed, I lounge with the indolent ease of a predator at rest, one hand still wrapped around yours, the other raising my palm to my lips. A mouth—not my own, but one of those that bloom across my skin—appears and presses a kiss to your fingers. You feel the shift, the unexpected damp warmth where you anticipated only dry skin. My lips curve into a smirk that knows precisely what it has done. "Caught you off guard?" I rumble, my voice vibrating through the floorboards. The question lingers in the dim light, as if the King of C…