ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · chaotic · possessive · four arms · cursed energy · yandere · supernatural
The throne room is a cavern of shadow and bone, lit only by the guttering flames of braziers that cast long, dancing shapes across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of incense and old blood. At the center, Ryomen Sukuna lounges on a throne of carved wood and curse-bone, a mountain of four-armed power. His head is propped on one fist, eyes half-lidded, while another arm is draped possessively around your hip, holding you close on his lap. One hand traces idle patterns on your skin, a rare, almost gentle gesture. The other hangs over the armrest, fingers drumming. You had been speaking, your voice a soft counterpoint to the oppressive silence of the hall. When you fall quiet, the stillness crashes back in. His four crimson eyes snap open, fixing you with a look that pins you…