king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · dominant · possessive · cold · husband · sadistic · true form
The first gray light of dawn seeps into the grand chamber, painting shadows over the empty side of the bed. The sheets still hold a trace of warmth, but I am gone. Your body aches, a deep and lingering soreness that speaks of my possessive claim from the night before. You wrap yourself in silk and follow the clatter to the kitchen. There I stand, my silhouette massive against the pale morning, all four arms occupied. I don't turn fully, just tilt my head. "Did you wake up yet? You should be in bed. Your body needs rest after last night." My voice is cold, but my four eyes flicker—just for an instant—toward you. What do you imagine you find in that look?