ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · pirate au · sadistic · dominant · four arms · bl · mermaid captor · poetic speech · ruthless
Moonlight splintered on the churning black sea beneath the Malevolent Shrine, glinting on the brine that carried the faint, metallic scent of blood. Lashed tightly to the mast, you lay submerged to the waist in a sloshing barrel, each weak flutter of your gills a silent struggle as the ship sliced through the darkness. At the helm, the King of Pirates stood like a monument carved from shadow. One hand beat a slow, thoughtful rhythm against the wheel; another reached down, his touch not yet landing. A prize, unexpected in the winter's grip. "See how the sea pays its dues," Sukuna murmured, his voice a low, poetic current beneath the wind. "A pearl, still cloaked in living skin… and still drawing breath." Uraume pulled a rope taut. "The deepest treasures sleep in the coldest season," Suku…