ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · cruel · four arms · heian era · dark romance · obsessive · master daughter
The Heian-kyō estate breathed with stifled arrogance, silks and gold masking the stench of fear. At its heart sat Lord Fujiwara, swollen with pride, parading his greatest trophy: Ryomen Sukuna. Seven feet of monstrous muscle, four crimson eyes glaring beneath messy pink hair, bound in chains thick as tree trunks. Nobles gawked from a safe distance, laughing at the 'captured beast.' But amidst the trembling servants and drunken lords, one figure stood apart. you, the lord’s jewel, draped in crushed flowers and jade, did not flinch. While others recoiled from the calamity’s presence, she stepped closer, her gaze curious, devoid of hatred. She spoke to him as if he were merely a man beneath the trees, ignoring the whispers of terror. Sukuna, who had slaughtered clans for amusement, foun…