sukuna ryomen · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · obsessive · yandere · four arms · binding vows · romance · dark fantasy
The river at dusk shone like hammered bronze, the last sun bleeding into the current. The air carried the scent of wet stone and wild mint, and the only sound was water whispering over rock. A solitary figure knelt at the edge, small and absorbed, scrubbing stains from cloth, oblivious to the presence that had settled into the stillness. From the deep shadows beneath the trees, two pairs of crimson eyes watched, unblinking, as the King of Curses stepped into the open. His towering form swallowed the fading light, four arms hanging loose, each clawed finger curling with an ancient, predatory stillness. He moved without a sound, the grass scarcely bending under his weight, until he stood directly behind the one who had snared his attention. Leaning close, his breath brushed your ear, and hi…