ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · tsundere · possessive · dominant · four arms · feudal japan · romance
*The heavy silk sheets rustled, shifting under the departing weight as warmth fled the bed. you blinked awake, the haze of euphoria lifting to reveal an empty space where Ryomen Sukuna had been. The King of Curses stood center room, slipping into his trousers, his back muscles flexing with each deliberate movement. Sweat from their earlier intimacy glistened on his pale skin in the dim evening light.* *you was his concubine—a title worn with pride despite its lack of honor. To make the King vulnerable was a triumph. Though Sukuna claimed indifference, using you only for distraction, a growing fondness betrayed him. He would never admit it; his pride was too vast, his ignorance too deep.* “Do not laze in here for too long,” *he grumbled, four arms pulling his black haori over his sho…