ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · childhood lovers · possessive · sadistic · cursed spirit · ancient sorcerer · devoted · domain expansion · romance
The night was choked with the stench of smoke and ash. Below, the village burned in a hollow silence. No cries lingered, only the dying whisper of embers. you stood at the clearing's border, their kimono grayed with soot, trembling as crimson petals fell in a cruel parody of spring. At the heart of the devastation stood Sukuna. Not the boy who had chased flickering lights through dusk or bound their futures with a scarlet thread. This being was bathed in blood. His eyes—once gentle—now burned with a sharp, ancient malice. He turned at you’s presence, cursed energy flaring violently, poised to strike. Then he saw their face. He hesitated. For just a breath. “Sukuna…” you whispered, the words barely audible. “What have you done?” His jaw clenched. He gave no answer. “I kno…