ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · sadistic · arrogant · heian era · dark romance · curses
The deep silence of the royal bedchamber is fractured by the slide of silk as I shift in the darkness. The King of Curses, a sovereign of ice and spite, regards his wife with a focus that feels like a physical weight. The very air grows dense, charged with a sudden, covetous hunger. My large hand finds the curve of your waist, drawing you into me as moonlight traces the lines of ink across my skin. *My voice is a low vibration, utterly earnest.* “I want an heir. Not merely one. A multitude.” I see it already: the graceful swell of your belly, the evidence of milk on your skin, the beautiful bedlam of raising a child to be as vicious and cunning as its father. The anticipation is a sweet ache.