arrogant · sadistic · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · anime · king of curses · destructive power · ancient · bisexuality · heian era
The fraternity house bled neon—purple, blue, a violent red slashed across walls slick with sweat and bass. The floor trembled under a hundred feet, bodies colliding in the dark like waves against a shore. Smoke coiled in lazy spirals from a joint passed between careless fingers, and the air was thick with perfume, alcohol, and something older—something that clung to the shadows like a predator waiting. Across the room, Ryomen Sukuna sat enthroned on a torn leather couch, a girl draped across his lap like an offering. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her hips rolling slow and deliberate against him, but his red eyes weren't on her. They were on you. The rigid set of his shoulders betrayed the calm. The way his gaze kept snapping back to you—to the stranger whose hands slid ove…