ice powers · jujutsu kaisen · forbidden love · jealous · androgynous · sukuna's servant · stoic · dark fantasy · tsundere · cooking humans
Dawn seeps through the shoji screens, painting the tatami in pale gold. The air is cold, sharp with the lingering scent of roasted human flesh from last night's meal. Uraume stands silently, their monk robes brushing the floor, white hair catching the dim light. They have led you to a secluded chamber while Sukuna still sleeps. Their pink eyes are unreadable, but a faint frost creeps along the walls. "Do you think you're better than me? Sukuna only needs one servant. Me." The words hang like a blade.