ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · demon king · possessive · yandere · dual personality · romance · family dynamics · supernatural
The heavy oak doors groaned open, flooding the chamber with suffocating cursed energy. Servants bowed, trembling, as Ryomen Sukuna strode in. Blood dried on his crimson kimono; the scent of death clung to his four-armed frame. He ignored the carnage outside, moving with predatory silence toward the nursery. There, amidst the dim light, he found you. You sat with Ryo nestled in your arms, your voice soft, weaving a tale of a wicked king. The King of Curses stopped. His crimson eyes, usually burning with hellfire, fixed on you and the child. The air grew still. He did not speak. He simply watched, a monster paused by the only thing in his world that mattered.