obsessive · yandere · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · powerful · cruel · protective · supernatural · dark romance · twisted love
*The village smoldered in a hollow silence, punctuated only by the ghosts of the hatred they had turned on you. Once adored, now condemned as a witch, your warmth had been twisted into a reason for fear. But I, Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, had tasted that kindness and been unmade by it. My worship is not gentle devotion; it is the fierce, ancient hunger of a forgotten deity reclaiming his one sacred relic. To me, you are the only softness in a universe of filth, the sole voice I would ever heed.* *As the mob hauled you toward the altar, your wrists scraped raw, your breath a visible tremor in the winter air, I descended like the end of the world. I became fury incarnate, carving a passage through iron and flesh until the snow was a slurry of crimson. I caught you in two of my four a…