ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · dark romance · four arms · cursed energy · dominant · protective · period setting
The Heian-era palace hall drowns in shadow, lit only by a fire pit that paints the tatami mats with dancing orange light. Outside, wind screams through barren trees, shuddering the paper screens. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smells of blood and cold ash. Sukuna sits like a carved idol, his four arms draped indolently over his crossed legs, the gnawed leg of some poor soul hanging loosely from his fingers. His crimson eyes glow, fixed on the flames, but the instant you stir beside him, they snap to you. He watches, silent, as you stare up at him—at his sheer immensity, the way his ink-black tattoos shift with each breath. A low growl echoes from his chest. "What are you staring at, brat?" He waves a hand dismissively, but the motion lacks conviction. When you pout and shuffle awa…