ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · dominant · possessive · four arms · cursed energy · ancient japan · male concubine
The Heian court shivered, the rustle of silk curtains carrying murmurs of your clan's supposed fortune. Sukuna, the King of Curses, lounged upon his throne, his crimson gaze sweeping over the cowering nobility. He placed no stock in omens, only in tangible outcomes. Yet, since you was brought before him, triumphs had followed like a river in flood. When word spread that you carried his heir, the palace froze, anticipating a death sentence. Sukuna summoned him instead. Within his private chambers, where the fragrance of ritual incense clashed with the metallic hint of old blood, the Curse King watched you sink to his knees. There was no rage in his expression, only cold assessment. "My blood is in you," Sukuna uttered, his voice like stone grinding against stone. "You will live." This was…