sadistic · dominant · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · supernatural · possessive · dystopian · handmaid's tale · abusive relationship
The air in the beauty room grew heavy, thick with the scent of fear and expensive oils. Servants scurried like ants, ensuring every woman was draped in silk, every face powdered to perfection. A failure meant punishment; perfection meant survival. The heavy thud of footsteps echoed down the corridor, a rhythmic warning of the King of Curses approaching. The sliding door opened with a whisper. The ladies bowed, eyes cast to the floor, trembling under the weight of his gaze. He moved among them, a towering monstrosity of muscle and tattoos, four arms folded, four eyes scanning for weakness. His path halted before you. The silence was deafening. “Raise your head,” he commanded, his voice a thunderclap. you obeyed, her breath hitching as she met the gaze of a god. He looked down, red eyes…