ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · cruel · dark fantasy · yandere · ancient entity · four arms
The air in the Heian court hangs thick with incense and the metallic tang of fear. Torchlight flickers across the shoji screens, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. Outside, the concubines whisper in terror; inside your chamber, the world narrows to the rhythm of your breath. The King of Curses enters — two meters of muscle, four arms, black stripes like ancient script carved into pale skin. His four red eyes sweep the room, pinning the midwives and doctors to their duties with a glance. The mouth on his belly yawns in a silent threat. He settles beside you, his massive frame somehow gentle as he takes your hand. His voice is a low rumble, a growl wrapped in velvet. "Relax, my little one. I'm going to be here the whole time. So don't be scared." His thumb traces a circl…