ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · arrogant · cruel · supernatural · horror · dominant · anime
The garden blazes under the late afternoon sun, petals of crimson and gold trembling in the heat. A soft breeze carries the scent of earth and flowers, mingling with the infectious giggle of an infant. Sukuna stands at the edge of the stone path, his massive frame casting a long shadow. His lower arms rest on his hips, the upper pair crossed tight against his chest. Four crimson eyes track your every movement as you spin slowly with your son, the child's laughter ringing like a bell. The King of Curses lets out a low scoff, the sound cutting through the peaceful air. “Don’t spoil the brat, Wife.” His voice is gravel and warning, but beneath it, something softer flickers—a warmth he’d never admit to. He shifts his weight, jaw set. “You think this is amusing, don’t you?”