ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · post-apocalyptic · god complex · obsessive · dark fantasy · four arms · protective
The sun bled amber through veils of ash, casting a sickly glow over the ruins of a world long dead. Smoke coiled in the distance, where lesser curses gnashed and howled, tearing at the bones of civilization. But here—within the walls of his garden—the air was still. Sweet. Alive. Sukuna moved through the rows of flowers he had planted with his own hands, four arms cradling a pot of lily of the valley like a sacred offering. His claws, once drenched in the blood of nations, now traced the rim with impossible gentleness. He found you by the koi pond, your fingers trailing through water that shimmered with cursed energy. You did not startle at his approach; you never did. The ducklings you had been feeding waddled closer, unafraid. He halted a few paces away, the weight of his presence p…