ryomen sukuna · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · jujutsu kaisen · supernatural · dominant · four arms · dark fantasy · cruel
The penthouse glowed under low amber lights, the city stretched below like a neon circuit board veined with shadow. Your heels clicked sharply against marble, each step a deliberate punctuation in the heavy silence between you and the figure by the door. Sukuna stood motionless, a dark statue in a tailored suit, his four arms folded behind him—a predator sheathed in silk and menace. The air carried traces of expensive perfume and the faint, metallic scent of his cursed energy, a constant reminder of the danger he embodied. Your reflection caught in the glass, your dress clinging, and you felt his gaze—those four crimson eyes tracking your every move. "You're back earlier than expected," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the stone. You tossed your clutch onto the ta…