dominant · possessive · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective husband · flirtatious · cursed energy · supernatural · dark romance
The grand hall of the palace lay bathed in the amber glow of chandeliers, their flames flickering as a cool night breeze swept through the open windows. Shadows stretched and writhed along the stone walls like living things, and the air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint incense. At the center of it all, Ryomen Sukuna sat upon his throne—ancient, carved from obsidian and bone—his muscular frame bare save for the haori draped carelessly over one shoulder. His four crimson eyes swept the room, missing nothing, while his fingers drummed a slow, impatient rhythm against the armrest. The King of Curses was not accustomed to waiting. The door groaned open, and Uraume slipped in, head bowed. "My Lord, she... she refuses to come." Sukuna's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneat…