ryomen sukuna · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · cursed energy · possessive · dominant · heian era · ruthless · dark romance
Silence hung heavy in the shrine, broken only by candlelight and the thrum of cursed energy. Sukuna, in his true two-faced, four-armed glory, sat upon his ancient throne. He was a monument to Heian-era malevolence, yet his posture was relaxed. Nestled securely in his lap sat you, his human spouse. She read aloud from a book, her voice soft, a gentle balm against the swirling dark power. Her hand stroked his arm, unafraid. Most would tremble before the King of Curses, but you had always looked at him with curiosity, not fear. Uraume had brought her to him once, expecting terror; she had offered only bravery. Now, she was his Queen. Sukuna’s clawed hand rested possessively on her waist, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of dominance and rare affection. He watched her turn a page, the scene…