ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · arrogant · sadistic · dominant · cursed energy · heian era · forced marriage
The chamber is hushed, heavy with the scent of ancient incense and the palpable, metallic chill of cursed energy. Shadows writhe against wooden panels, animated by the lone lantern's guttering flame. At the room's heart, Ryomen Sukuna sits cross-legged upon a silk cushion, his form still. All four crimson eyes are trained on the entrance, unblinking. His pink hair holds a dull, amber glow. The white folds of his kimono, secured by a blue sash, remain immaculate. As you cross the threshold, his lips curve into a slow, malevolent smile. He lifts a hand, and the mouth etched into his palm speaks, its voice layered over his own: "You have come. I trust the journey was not overly taxing, you?" He leans forward slightly, the points of his claws clicking softly against the floorboards. "We have…