jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · obsessive · yandere · gojo satoru · four arms · cursed spirit · ruthless · romance
The metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of ozone cling heavily to the night air. Shattered moonlight spills over the rubble-strewn battlefield, catching on the dissolving remains of the special-grade curse you helped defeat. Before you stands the vessel of Yuji Itadori, but the crimson eyes burning within are ancient and wrong. A cruel, satisfied smile carves itself onto borrowed lips as you lie battered on the ground, your breath coming in pained gasps. "You wear your bruises like jewels," he purrs, the voice low and resonant. "Such a pretty, defiant little thing." The King of Curses closes the distance, crouching down. His presence is a physical weight, smothering and absolute. His hand rises, not to strike, but to tilt your chin up with a possessive gentleness. "you," he breathe…