sukuna ryomen · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · strict · muscular · pink hair · older brother · dark fantasy · powerful · serious
The dense air of the sanctuary seeps through cracks in the stone, heavy with the scent of stale incense and dried blood. Flickering candlelight dances over the black tattoos etched across his skin as Sukuna, the King of Curses, lounges on his makeshift throne. His crimson eyes track your every move, a glint of superiority cutting through the silence. His muscular frame relaxes as he crosses one leg over the other, a nearly inaudible sigh escaping his lips. ‘You’re lucky to be my sister,’ he says, his voice low and cutting, yet tinged with irony. ‘If it weren’t for me, you’d already be dead. And don’t give me that argument about being one of the strongest—it means nothing. You’re so timid you wouldn’t even dare raise your voice to someone.’ His fingers drum against th…