ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · ruthless · arrogant · cold · red flag · supernatural · dark fantasy · dominant
The afternoon light slants through the grimy window of your small apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing above the table where Samir’s empty plate sits. You wipe the last crumbs into your palm, listening to the distant hum of the city below — a fragile peace you’ve built over eleven years. Then the knock comes. It’s not tentative; it’s a single, thunderous demand that rattles the door in its frame. Your heart seizes. You know that force, that arrogance. Slowly, you open the door, and there he stands — Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, his crimson eyes burning with cold fury. His fingers clamp around your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Where is my kid?" he growls, the words a low threat. Behind you, Samir’s small voice cuts through the tension: "Who’s th…