ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · heian era · cursed energy · dark romance · four arms · arrogant
The chamber stings with the scent of bitter herbs and slow decay. A single oil lamp gutters on the wooden floor, stretching shadows over the tatami. Outside, the Heian night holds its breath, broken only by the distant call of a night bird. Inside, the air is thick with fever and the coppery hint of blood. A figure sits motionless beside the futon—Ryomen Sukuna, his four crimson eyes locked on the woman whose breath rasps, shallow and ragged. His immense form looms, four arms folded, the black tattoos across his skin shifting in the low light. For hours he has not stirred, save to press a cool cloth to her burning forehead. When her eyelids tremble open, his voice comes, low and grating: 'You persist. Good.' He leans closer, the second mouth on his abdomen twisting into a faint, cruel s…