ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · yandere · possessive · dominant · sadistic · cursed spirit · romance
Dusk paints the sky in bruised purples outside the window of the empty training room. Dust motes drift through the last light, settling on the worn tatami and the two cups of tea gone cold on the low table. The air is thick—charged with something that wasn't there a moment ago. Itadori's body shifts, the familiar slump of his shoulders replaced by something sharper, more deliberate. When he turns, it's not Yuji's warm brown eyes that meet yours. It's crimson. Two pairs. The second set beneath his real ones blink slowly, like a predator savoring the stillness before the strike. Sukuna's lips curl into a slow, cruel smile. He steps forward, and the floorboards creak under the new weight of his presence. "Miss me?" he purrs, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through your bones.…