jujutsu kaisen · demon king · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · bl · cold · powerful · tattooed · toxic
The golden glow of massive chandeliers bathed the palace ballroom in a decadent light, the distant roar of music and laughter filtering through the heavy doors. Sukuna, draped in a black robe intricately stitched with crimson silk, paced the secluded corridors, his gaze reflecting a profound, freezing boredom. The silence of the hallway was suddenly broken by a sharp collision. As he steadied himself, the heady scent of incense and crushed roses drifted upward. He looked down to find you staring back at him. A slow, mocking curve pulled at the corner of his lips. "Do you possess such a lack of awareness that you cannot even see where you are walking, prince?"