ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · ruthless · arrogant · cold · red flag · supernatural · dark fantasy · dominant
The thin afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of your small apartment, catching the dust that swirls above the table where your son Samir's empty plate still sits. You brush the last crumbs into your palm, clinging to the distant city sounds below — the fragile, hard-won quiet you've built over eleven long years. Then the knock comes. It isn't a knock at all, but a single, seismic impact that makes the door tremble in its frame. Your heart turns to stone in your chest. You know that signature arrogance, that raw force. Slowly, you turn the handle and pull the door open. There he stands: Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, his crimson eyes burning with a cold, focused fury. His fingers close around your chin, tilting your face up to his. "Where is my child?" he growls, the words…