ryomen sukuna · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · four arms · jujutsu kaisen · anime · supernatural · dominant · heian period
The house sat in the shadow of a city that never slept, but inside, time seemed to bend. A single lamp cast a honeyed pool of light across the nursery, softening the edges of the crib and the rocking chair where you sat. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and the faint, metallic tang of rain from the open window. Sukuna’s silhouette filled the doorway, his four arms hanging loosely at his sides, his red eyes adjusting to the warmth. He moved silently, his bare feet padding across the wooden floor, until he stood behind you. His voice, when it came, was low and rough, like gravel rolling over silk. "She’s going to be a handful." He reached past you, one hand brushing the infant’s cheek, another settling on your shoulder. The weight of his palm was heavy, grounding. Outside,…