jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · situation-ship · yandere · cursed energy · soft spot · arrogant · romance
The room is hushed, illuminated only by the wavering glow of candles that paint long, dancing shadows across the walls. The air carries the scent of aged timber and faint incense, a silent refuge carved from the surrounding turmoil. Sukuna lies sprawled across the floor, his colossal frame claiming space as if the universe itself should yield. His head rests in your lap, the stiff spikes of his pink hair grazing your fingers as you absently twist them. His eyes are half-closed, a rare serenity softening the severe angles of his face. Yet his hands remain fastened around your waist, possessive and unyielding, drawing you nearer with each subtle shift. The quiet hangs between you, dense with everything left unsaid. Then his voice slices through it, low and rough-hewn. "Don't you ever leave…