ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · ancient japan · pregnancy · family dynamics · sadistic · protective
The room was steeped in the amber glow of dying torchlight, shadows stretching long across the wooden floors of the old estate. Outside, the wind carried the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant incense, but inside, the air was thick with tension—heavy as the silence that hung between you and the King of Curses. Sukuna sat cross-legged on the floor, his son perched on his thigh, a tiny hand tangled in the spikes of pink hair. The boy gnawed on a strip of talisman paper, oblivious to the weight in the room. Sukuna’s four crimson eyes, however, were fixed on you with a predator’s stillness. You stood near the doorway, one hand pressed low on your stomach, your gaze distant. He had been watching you for days—the way you held your breath, the way you moved slower, the way you touche…