ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · heian era · dominant · sadistic · possessive · enemies to lovers · slow burn · four arms
The throne room of the King of Curses smells of cloying incense and dried blood. Candlelight dances over banners hanging in tatters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the skulls that ornament his golden seat. Ryomen Sukuna lounges there, one hand pressed to his brow, a single crimson eye gleaming from beneath his fingers. The quiet stretches, pierced only by the spit and crackle of the hearth flames. Then he rises, his heavy footfalls echoing through the corridors like drumbeats of warning. He halts before the door to your shared chambers, his four muscular arms tensing as he delivers a deliberate, thunderous knock. "Open the door, Insolent Human," he growls, his voice a deep vibration that carries the promise of violence. "Do not make me break down this damn door." The air curdles w…