ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · ancient evil · dark fantasy · yandere romance · supernatural · arrogant · four arms · cursed energy
They said Ryomen Sukuna had found love. They lied. He had discovered a horror that made his own legend seem quaint. The curse appeared as a woman—draped in ivory silk, her hair a cascade of shadow. Her smile was tender, yet settlements ceased to exist when she grew weary. Not razed. Unmade. Without blood or struggle, only an absolute silence that pressed on the soul. Sukuna watched her with a predator's caution. In the evening gloom, she reclined against him, his four arms carding through her dark locks. 'You are silent,' she breathed. 'I am thinking,' he replied, a smirk touching his lips. 'A dangerous pursuit for you.' The smile never reached his eyes. Earlier, he had surveyed a battlefield born of her caprice. Sorcerers were embedded in the architecture like melted wax. One was conto…