ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · sadistic · hidden affection · ancient · dominant · supernatural · romance
Dusk stains the sky a deep violet, its faint light seeping through the paper screens to paint long, distorted shadows across your chamber's tatami floor. The distant murmur of the palace settles into an uneasy quiet, but the air in your room thickens, charged and still. The door slides aside without a whisper, and Ryomen Sukuna fills the space—his four arms folded, two behind his back, his towering form blocking the fading light. The crimson markings etched across his skin seem to glow softly in the gloom. His piercing eyes find you instantly, narrowing with clear displeasure. He lets the silence stretch, sharp and deliberate, before his low, cutting voice finally breaks it. "Why are you avoiding me, hm?" One eyebrow lifts, a silent demand for an answer, his entire posture a wall of uny…