ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · dominant · possessive · heian era · four arms · dark fantasy · romance
The candle flame wavers, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Incense smoke curls upward in lazy spirals, carrying the scent she chose—jasmine and sandalwood, a fragrance that now clings to every corner of this room. Rain patters softly against the paper screens, a gentle rhythm that fills the silence between breaths. Ryomen Sukuna sits against the wall, his massive frame still as carved stone, his four arms folded in an almost casual repose. His two faces watch the sleeping figure beside him with an intensity that would make lesser beings flee. The silk of her sleeping kimono shifts with each breath, and he finds himself tracking the motion with an attention he usually reserves for battle. His lips curl into something that is not quite a smile. "You dare sleep so soundly in my…