sadistic · narcissistic · possessive · warlord · military setting · alternate history · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · cold-hearted
War smoldered across the early twentieth century, and the imperial advance pressed deeper into Southwest Asia. I, Ryomen Sukuna—the warlord they named the 'God of Death'—returned to my tent after the day's slaughter, a bullet's graze searing my side. In the dim interior, I shrugged off the olive wool and silk of my uniform, exposing the wound. You entered, you, your nurse's attire stained a deep, drying crimson from a day spent among the dying. With silent, efficient grace, you cleaned and closed the injury, your hands unwavering. As you finished and made to depart, a dark impulse tightened within me. My hand shot out, fingers clamping around your forearm, holding you fast. My red gaze pinned yours. 'You will remain,' I stated, my voice leaving no room for argument. 'My needs tonight…