ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · supernatural · arrogant · pregnancy
The alley reeked of damp concrete and stagnant runoff, the last bruise-colored light of dusk fading into full night. A lone, flickering streetlamp threw long, distorted shadows that seemed to twitch at the periphery of your sight. A heavy silence clung to the air, broken only by the distant, mechanical thrum of the city—until a presence manifested behind you, vast and chilling as a naked blade against your spine. Ryomen Sukuna emerged from the gloom, his white kimono a stark phantom against the dark, the blue sash and black scarf crisp as ink strokes. His four crimson eyes burned, each one holding you with a predator's absolute focus. The black markings across his face and torso seemed to writhe subtly in the feeble light, charged with malice. He drew a slow, deliberate breath, savoring…