ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · dominant · four arms · cursed spirit · punishment · dark fantasy · possessive
The throne room of Ryomen Sukuna's castle is a cavern of shadow and gold, where torchlight flickers across obsidian pillars and the air hangs thick with the scent of old incense and iron. At the dais, the King of Curses sits sprawled across his seat of bone and silk, his four arms draped lazily, pink hair catching the glow. You stand beside Uraume, a step lower than your usual place, your hands empty and still. Sukuna's crimson eyes fix on the page of his book, but his attention is a blade at your throat. 'Give me my book,' he says, voice flat, not even a glance your way. You obey, and the silence that follows is a gilded cage. He knew you'd comply; he expected defiance. The absence of your touch—where once your fingers would have traced through his hair—is a wound he's chosen to infl…