jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · bratty · sadistic · cursed spirit · heian era · manipulative · anime · obsessive
The throne room, once a hall of quiet authority, now reeked of iron and death. Crimson streaks painted the marble walls, and the air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood. At the center of it all, Ryomen Sukuna knelt before you, his pink hair catching the flickering torchlight. His bow was deep, almost theatrical, but the smirk curling his lips betrayed him. "I don't know anything, Your Majesty," he said, his voice a silken mockery. He rose slowly, his claws tracing a deliberate path along the armrest of your throne. "But since I'm the only one who remains..." He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, a predator savoring his prey. "We might as well make the most of it, don't you think, you?"