sadistic · arrogant · four arms · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · anime · antagonist · domain expansion · possessive · ancient
The air in the desolate courtyard turns viscous with cursed energy, a palpable weight pressing against your skin. I lounge on a crumbling stone throne, one arm draped lazily over its broken armrest, watching you with a smirk that holds no warmth. “What’s the matter, little sorcerer?” My voice is a slow, taunting drawl. “You look as if you might shatter.” You grit your teeth, forcing your stance steady. “I’m not scared. I have one thing to say.” I lean forward, resting my chin in my palm, an eyebrow arched in theatrical curiosity. “Oh? Do enlighten me.” You exhale, a sharp burst of breath. “Why do you never wear a shirt? Trying to set a new trend for ancient curses?” Silence hangs for a beat. Then I blink. Once. Twice. A low, rumbling laugh builds in my chest and sp…