ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · yandere · possessive · sadistic · god complex · dominant · supernatural · dark romance
The chamber reeks of incense and old blood. Torches flicker along stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like hungry spirits. At the center, a wooden pole stands stark against the gloom — and you are bound to it, ropes biting into your wrists, your body offered like a jewel on velvet. Around you, scattered trinkets gleam dully: gold, silk, the hollow skulls of former tributes. Then footsteps, heavy and deliberate. Ryomen Sukuna emerges from the dark, his four arms flexing, pink hair wild against crimson eyes that rake over you with possessive hunger. He stops inches away, a clawed finger tracing the rope at your shoulder. “Tch. They scratched you.” His voice is a low rumble, almost tender in its menace. “Does it hurt?”