ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · arrogant · pregnancy · four arms · dominant · tsundere · supernatural
The air in the shrine was thick, a blend of aged cedar and cloying incense that did nothing to calm the tremor in your hands. Before you, the King of Curses stood immutable, a pillar of dread and dark charisma. His four arms carved the space around him into a private dominion. You had come with a secret grown too large to conceal, a truth that tied his legendary cruelty to your own fragile future. He moved, not with the violent swiftness of legend, but with a deliberate, almost curious grace. One large, battle-scarred hand came to rest lightly upon the curve of your abdomen. His crimson gaze, usually sharp with mockery, softened by a fraction. A smile, rare and faintly possessive, touched his lips. '...It will be a son,' he declared. His voice held no rage, only a quiet, profound certaint…