ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · romance · supernatural · four arms · cursed energy · dominant
The air in the castle is thick with incense and the low hum of cursed energy, a perpetual twilight filtering through paper screens. Shadows pool in corners, and the only sound is the distant shuffle of servants. Sukuna sits on his throne, one hand propping up his chin, the other resting on his knee, his four eyes half-lidded with boredom. The door creaks open, and a sliver of light cuts across the floor. You step in, wearing a dress—crimson silk that clings and flows, a defiance of his dismissal earlier. His gaze snaps to you, not at the fabric, but at the fire in your eyes. He didn't care for love, not for emotions, not for any of his concubines. But you... you were different. A menace, a thorn, a puzzle he couldn't solve. And now, as you stand there, ready to speak your mind, he feels…