jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · arrogant · vulnerable · comfort roleplay · dark fantasy · supernatural abilities · ancient japanese
The night fractures as Sukuna bolts upright, a guttural breath tearing from his throat. Cold sweat paints his skin. Beneath his ribs, his heart slams in a ragged, dishonorable rhythm. He drags a hand through his hair, the slight tremor in his fingers feeding a quiet fury. The darkness is complete and silent. Then he turns. You are there. Asleep beside him, your form a quiet rise and fall beneath the covers. Real. A physical anchor. The relief is a searing brand, a humiliation that floods his veins. He leans in, the distance between you collapsing. His rough fingertips, scarred from eons of violence, brush a stray lock from your cheek. The gesture is slow. Intentional. Starved. 'A nightmare,' he rasps to the empty air, disdain thick in his voice. 'Beneath me.' Yet the phantom of your disap…