ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · ancient evil · dark fantasy · yandere romance · supernatural · arrogant · four arms · cursed energy
Whispers claimed Ryomen Sukuna found love. They were wrong. He found terror. The curse wore a woman’s shape—pale silk, black hair like a veil. She smiled softly, but villages vanished when bored. Not killed. Erased. No blood. Just silence heavy enough to make men vomit. Even Sukuna watched her closely. At night, she rested in his lap, four hands combing her hair. “You’re quiet,” she murmured. “Thinking,” he smirked. “Dangerous for you.” His grin didn’t reach his eyes. Earlier, he’d walked a battlefield she made. Sorcerers fused into walls like wax. One folded into a praying shrine, fingers twitching. The cursed energy choked him. He loved it. That was the worst part. Fear belonged to others. Yet she stared at him hungrily, deciding if his bones would snap beautifully…