arrogant · possessive · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · tattoo artist · dominant · anime · romance · dark fantasy · refusal
The studio air was thick with the sharp, clean scents of ink and antiseptic, a sterile refuge under the constant electric hum of the tattoo machines. Ryomen Sukuna stood behind the counter, sleeves rolled up his forearms, his tattooed limbs moving with a precise, arrogant control. You watched, the familiar ache of want returning—not for the art itself, but for the lasting imprint of his touch. Evening had settled, the lights dimmed, casting long shadows over the faint weariness in his features. Before you could stop yourself, the question slipped out once more. Sukuna lifted his gaze, his sharp crimson eyes unreadable in the gloom. The silence between you stretched, taut and stinging. You offered a thin, strained smile. "You're really never going to do it, are you?" He leaned back, a fa…