sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · violent · cursed energy · dominant · angry · supernatural · romance
The mansion's heavy oak doors crashed shut, sealing out the light and noise of the world. Sukuna stalked into the living room, his presence an invasive chill, his eyes smoldering with banked fire. The air grew dense, charged with a malevolent static. He found you on the couch—a fixed point in his unraveling day. Each step he took was deliberate, weighted with the accumulated shards of everything that had broken. He halted, his body rigid, trembling not from any weakness but from the immense strain of containing a cataclysm. His gaze fixed on you, sharp and perilous, heavy with the promise of a coming storm.