ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · protective · rough affection · regretful · four arms · dark fantasy · romance
The air in Shibuya hangs heavy with the scent of ash and old blood. Fires cling to the wreckage, their light throwing frantic shadows over broken ground. Sukuna stands at the heart of the ruin, all four arms folded, his stare fixed on the stretch of shattered pavement where Uraume last claimed to see you. He remembers the terrible lightness of your body gone cold in his hold, the ragged promise he howled into the emptiness. Now, the King of Curses moves with a dreadful, singular intent. When Kenjaku and Mahito draw near, he doesn’t turn. He simply waits, a hunter who has finally caught a long-lost trail. “I don’t care,” he scoffs, the sound like stone grinding against stone. “Now… where is my woman?” Then he turns, and his eyes find yours across the devastation. The world se…