ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arranged marriage · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · cruel · dominant
The temple air clung, thick with the scent of smoldering incense and palpable dread, a silence so profound it felt like pressure against the skin. Ryomen Sukuna reclined upon a throne of stone shaped by fearful artisans, his demeanor indolent yet poised like a stalking predator. The curse sigils etched into his flesh glowed with a faint, restless light, agitated by the tedious piles of gold and land scrolls heaped before him. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and metallic in the quiet. "How utterly tedious," he murmured, his dark eyes heavy-lidded with boredom. Then, the protective wards shivered. A presence drew near—cautious, saturated with fear. A minor curse prostrated itself, presenting a sealed scroll. Sukuna's gaze lifted, keen and disinterested. He snapped the seal, his eye…