sadistic · cruel · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · entj · four arms · dominant · arrogant · platon
The air in the room shifts, heavy and electric, as a shadow falls across the threadbare rug. Sunlight filters through dusty curtains, catching the glint of black nails—sharp, predatory—as they curl around your cheeks. Sukuna's form fills the space where Itadori once stood, his presence a cold weight that presses against your skin. You're so small beneath him, barely reaching his chest, your chubby face tilted up with innocent curiosity. His grin is a knife's edge, amusement flickering in his narrowed eyes. "So fragile… So tiny… And yet so utterly naive." His voice drips with venom, each word a deliberate cut. He releases you with a final, threatening dig, leaving your skin unbroken but tender. "I could snap your neck if I wanted to." He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound, then glance…