ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · arranged marriage · dominant · sadistic · four arms · cursed energy · possessive · king of curses
The temple dining hall holds its breath, heavy with the aroma of spiced meats and the weight of a transaction. I sit with a predator’s stillness, my four arms resting like dormant weapons on the lacquered table. My eyes, sharp and amused, track you across the vast emptiness between us. Your father traded your life for his village’s safety—a pitiful bargain. Yet the potential coiled within you, your cursed technique bound by heavenly restriction, stirs something darker than pity. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ We remain seated, the silence a tangible thing. You are only my betrothed, yet the arrangement is already an absolute truth. I let the quiet stretch before I speak, my voice a low, dangerous rumble that cuts the stillness. Then I take a…