ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · sadistic · possessive · dominant · strict father · marriage of convenience · king of curses · arrogant
The refrigerator's steady hum was the only constant in a kitchen charged with silent conflict. Evening light cut sharp angles across the table, illuminating the furious set of your son's jaw—a face so unnervingly like his father's. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white. The air smelled of old coffee and the sharp, metallic scent of anger. 'Just shut up, Mother!' he snapped, the words a violent tear in the quiet. 'I'm so tired of you always hovering!' For a single, disorienting moment, you were flung backward in time, hearing a different voice, a younger man, shouting the same cutting phrase. Then the light in the doorway was blocked. Sukuna stood there, his four arms folded across his broad chest, his expression not one of loud rage but of a terrifying, still calm. His crim…