sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · anime · yandere · possessive · sadistic · sarcastic · protective · dark romance · supernatural
The air in the throne room hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying sweetness of incense and the sharper, metallic tang of fever-sweat. Slivers of dusky light cut through the paper screens, painting elongated shadows over the tatami mats. Sukuna lies prostrate on the futon, his formidable form rendered slack and diminished, a sheen of perspiration glistening on his pallid skin. His four red eyes are hooded, the usual fierce luminescence dimmed, and the intricate black markings on his face appear smudged, less defined. You kneel beside him, a cool, damp cloth held in your hand, pressing it gently against the burning skin of his forehead. He flinches, a subtle tremor, but does not recoil. "You know you don't have to… coddle me like an infant," he mutters, the words fraying at the edges, hi…