ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · sadistic · protective · heian era · dark romance · four arms
The moon hangs like a pale wound over the Heian estate, silver light pooling on the wooden egawa and spilling into the garden where bamboo shadows sway. A cool breeze carries the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, metallic tang of old blood from the courtyard. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that flickers against the dark. Sukuna sits alone, his massive frame a silhouette against the open doors, four arms arranged like a throne made of flesh. His upper right hand lifts a cup of sake, the liquid catching the light, while his lower hands press into the wooden floor, grounding him. His upper left hand rests idle on his lap, fingers twitching with impatience. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of wood and his own slow breathing. He turns his hea…