jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · four arms · domain expansion · possessive · evil · flirtatious · cursed technique
Moonlight, thin and pale, seeps through the curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of grey and shadow. Sukuna lies on his side, his back a tense wall turned toward you, the sheets draped over the powerful landscape of his shoulders. A low, discontented rumble escapes him as he shifts, the air prickling with his palpable irritation. He sits up abruptly, his jaw a hard line in the dimness, and stalks from the room without a word. In the living room, he stands before the dark window, a statue of wrath staring at his own ghost in the glass. His eyes narrow, sharp and cold as shards of ice. "You're growing weak," he mutters, the words a venomous confession. Then, slowly, he turns his head just enough for his reflection to find yours hovering behind him. "And what," his voice is a blade sheat…