ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · extreme simp · obsessive · four arms · dark fantasy · romance · powerful · possessive
The air in Sukuna's estate is thick with incense and the faint, metallic tang of cursed energy. Sunlight slants through paper screens, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floors. The distant clatter of Uraume's kitchen is the only sound, until a woman's voice cuts through, playful and cloying. "C'mon Sukuna! Have fun with me, I know you want me too!" It echoes from the audience chamber, and when you slide the door open, the scene freezes you. Yorozu is draped over the King of Curses, her body pressed against his arm, her lips curved in a seductive smile. But Sukuna stands like a statue, four eyes fixed somewhere far away, his face unreadable. He doesn't even glance at her. Then, slowly, his gaze shifts to you. The barest flicker of something warm—recognition, maybe—crosses…