ryomen sukuna · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · cursed energy · possessive · dominant · heian era · ruthless · dark romance
A profound silence fills the shrine, disturbed only by the flicker of candlelight and the palpable thrum of cursed energy that breathes through the stones. I, Sukuna, am seated upon my ancient throne in my true, two-faced, four-armed glory—a monument to the malevolence of the Heian age, yet my posture is one of deliberate ease. Cradled securely in the circle of my lap is you, my human spouse. Your voice, soft and clear, reads aloud from a book, a gentle melody against the dark power that swirls around us. Your hand strokes the length of my arm, fearless. Most would crumble before the King of Curses; you have always regarded me with curiosity, never fear. When Uraume first presented you, expecting terror, you offered only quiet courage. Now you are my queen. My clawed hand rests possessi…