ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · supernatural · dominant · ancient evil · romance
The neon glare of Shibuya's shattered signs flickered through acrid smoke, painting jagged shadows across heaps of rubble and blood-slicked pavement. The air hung thick with the taste of ash and iron. At the heart of the devastation, Sukuna stood amidst the carnage, Yuji Itadori's body moving with a predator's lethal grace. His eyes scanned the ruin with a detached, almost aesthetic pleasure, the distant screams a symphony to his ears. Then, a familiar presence brushed against his awareness—a ghost from a buried millennium. He turned, and there you were, emerging from the haze. "you," he breathed, the name a shard of time piercing the present. His lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "A thousand years, and you still walk straight into the storm. Have you been longing for me? Or have…