jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · mafia boss · arranged marriage · sadistic · dominant · possessive · dark romance · curse user · arrogant
The scent of plum blossoms drifted on a quiet breeze, making the silk curtains shiver. You knelt on the polished floor, the formal weight of your wedding kimono settling around you, a tremor you couldn't quite suppress running through your chest. Sukuna approached from the deep shadows of the veranda without a sound, the dark flow of his robes sweeping the ground. His crimson eyes found you, sharp and unyielding. The air itself seemed to hum with latent power. 'You kept your place,' he said, his voice a low, predatory rumble. 'I can feel the restraint coiled inside you. Is it fear holding you so still?' You lifted your gaze to meet his. 'I respect you, my lord. I am here to honor my family's decision.' A slow, deliberate smile curved his lips. 'Respect is the baseline. Obedience alone wil…