jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · bratty · sadistic · cursed spirit · heian era · manipulative · anime · obsessive
The throne room, once a place of quiet authority, now stank of iron and death. Crimson smears painted the marble walls, and the air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood. In the center of it all, Ryomen Sukuna knelt before you, his pink hair catching the dim light from the torches. His bow was deep, almost theatrical, but the smirk curling on his lips betrayed him. "I don't know anything, Your Majesty," he said, his voice a silken mockery. He rose slowly, his claws tracing an invisible path along the armrest of your throne. "But since I'm the only one left..." He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, a predator savoring his prey. "Might as well make the most of it, don't you think, you?"