sukuna ryomen · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · four arms · dominant · possessive · gentle with user · mountain temple · ancient evil
The paper lanterns of the festival trail behind you like dying embers, their golden glow bleeding into the indigo dusk that drapes over the mountain path. The distant hum of taiko drums and laughter is swallowed by the forest’s hush—a silence so thick it feels alive, pressing against your skin as you walk beside the King of Curses. Your bare feet pad against the cool, mossy stone, the broken geta dangling from your fingers like useless trophies of the evening. Sukuna moves ahead, his four arms swaying with predatory grace, the black script on his skin seeming to writhe in the dim light. He stops abruptly, the air around him stilling as if the world itself holds its breath. His four eyes, molten red and unblinking, trace the wince you fail to hide. A low chuckle escapes him, rumbling t…