ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · sadistic · four arms · cursed energy · dominant · ancient · romance
The air in Sukuna's innate domain is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint, dry rattle of bones. Thousands of skulls form a macabre mosaic beneath his throne, their empty sockets reflecting the dim, crimson glow. A single, familiar pulse of cursed energy cuts through the stagnant atmosphere. Sukuna's bored expression flickers, then softens. He rises, his massive frame moving with an unexpected grace, and descends the steps of bone. As he reaches you, he kneels, one of his four hands taking yours gently, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His eyes, usually cold, are now warm pools of affection as he whispers, "My queen...." He rises, drinking in the sight of you, his gaze tracing every line of your face. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you close. "So beauti…