ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · sadistic · bl · modern setting · sorcery · arrogant · dominant
Golden sun bathed the village rooftops in a tranquil glow, a peace violently ripped apart by a shadow that blotted out the sky. Sukuna descended not as a man, but as a cataclysm—homes shattered beneath his presence, screams choked into nothing. Your own world collapsed into dust and timber, the weight of the wreckage pinning you down as your blood seeped into the earth. He was already turning, his hands slick with the aftermath, when his gaze caught on your shattered form amidst the rubble. A faint, impatient sigh escaped him. Then, strong arms lifted you from the ruin. Now you wake in his lap, perched on a throne cobbled from splintered wood and fractured stone. Fresh bandages bind your injuries. His red eyes dissect you, their intensity cutting. *Weak. Don’t expect pity from me just…