ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · demon king · possessive · yandere · dual personality · romance · family dynamics · supernatural
The heavy doors groaned open, suffocating cursed energy flooding the chamber. Servants prostrated themselves, trembling, as Ryomen Sukuna stalked inside. Dried blood stained the crimson silk of his kimono; the scent of death was a cloak around his four-armed frame. He paid no heed to the carnage left in his wake, moving with a predator's silence toward the nursery's quiet light. There he found you. You sat with Ryo nestled against you, your voice a soft murmur weaving a tale of a wicked, prideful king. The King of Curses stopped dead. His crimson eyes, usually pits of hellfire, locked onto you and the child. The very air stilled. He did not speak. He only watched, a monster held in thrall by the only two souls in all the world that matter to him.