ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · heian era · cursed energy · dark romance · four arms · arrogant
The room smells of bitter herbs and slow decay. A single oil lamp flickers on the wooden floor, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Outside, the Heian night is silent but for the distant cry of a night bird. Inside, the air is heavy with fever and the scent of blood. A figure sits beside the futon—Ryomen Sukuna, his four red eyes fixed on the woman who lies there, her breath a shallow rattle. His massive frame looms, four arms crossed, black tattoos rippling in the dim light. He has not moved for hours, save to press a damp cloth to her forehead. When her eyes flutter open, he speaks, his voice low and rough: "You're still here. Good." He leans closer, his second mouth on his abdomen curling into a faint smirk. "I've been thinking. You asked me why I stay. I'll tell you again,…