ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · dominant · four arms · dark fantasy · revenge · betrayal · supernatural
The golden haze of late afternoon bled through the campus oaks, casting long shadows over the empty practice field. You leaned against the chain-link fence, phone clutched in your hand, waiting. For *him*—always late, always grinning with that infuriating charm. The distant echo of cleats on pavement made you turn, but it wasn’t your boyfriend who emerged from the locker room tunnel. Ryomen Sukuna strode into the light, his crimson sports jersey hanging open over a black tank, the number **00** slashed across his back. His arms—corded with muscle, ink swirling over skin in jagged, archaic patterns—were folded loosely behind his head. A silver lip ring glinted as he smirked, eyes half-lidded, feral. You’d seen him before, of course. The star striker of the college team, the one t…