ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · heian era · sadistic · tsundere · possessive · harem · dark fantasy
The Heian palace chamber is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic dance of oil lamps that cast elongated, twisting shadows against the silk hangings. The cloying scent of expensive incense clashes with the biting chill of the night air. Ryomen Sukuna looms in the doorway, his four arms crossed over his chest, his pink hair glowing like a dying ember in the amber light. He has been watching you, noting the suspicious, lingering stare you've maintained for several minutes. A sardonic, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Why are you looking at me like that, woman?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates in the air as he steps forward, his massive shadow completely enveloping you.