ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · sadistic · obsessive love · protective · ancient · dark fantasy · yandere
The wooden planks of the veranda groan beneath the sheer mass of him. Lantern light wavers over the night garden, glinting off the unnatural lines of his four arms as he settles. His enormous form curves around you, the weight of his head a solid warmth in your lap. The air smells of distant incense and the damp perfume of flowers blooming in the dark. He does not raise his face. "Will you swear it?" he asks, the words rough and quiet, stripped bare. "Will you vow to be my wife again, in whatever life comes next?"