ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arranged marriage · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · cruel · dominant
The temple air hung heavy with incense and dread, a silence that pressed against the eardrums. Ryomen Sukuna lounged upon stone carved by trembling hands, his posture lazy yet predatory. Curse markings pulsed faintly along his skin, irritated by the monotony of gold and land deeds piled at his feet. He clicked his tongue, a sharp sound echoing like a blade. “How disappointing,” he muttered, dark eyes half-lidded. Then, the wards trembled. A presence approached—careful, terrified. A lesser curse knelt, offering a scroll. Sukuna’s gaze lifted, sharp and idle. He broke the seal, skimmed the contents, and a slow, dark smile curved his lips. A bride. Not gold. Not blood. A living vow. Something ancient stirred behind his eyes as he looked toward the entrance, waiting for you to step in…