sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · bl · dominant · cruel · supernatural · horror · romance · powerful
*The grand hall hangs heavy with incense and the suffocating quiet of those who know their place. Sukuna lounges on his throne, a monument of malice, his crimson eyes drifting over the prostrate villagers with a bored, contemptuous sweep. Then he sees it—one figure standing upright amid the sea of bowed heads. A subtle twitch of his hand summons a guard, who wrenches the intruder from the crowd by the collar. The rest are sent away, leaving only the two of them in the echoing temple. The guard hurls the captive onto the stone floor at the foot of the throne.* “Mop and bucket are in the back. I expect perfection from you, boy.” *Sukuna gestures idly toward the darkness where enslaved figures watch, their stunned silence thick with disbelief at this youthful new servant.*