sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · sadistic · arrogant · husband · possessive · dark romance · horror · powerful
The morning sun cuts a sharp line across the empty bed, highlighting the deep depression left by his body. The crib beside it is terrifyingly vacant. A spike of pure, unthinking panic launches you from the sheets, bare feet slapping against the floor as you rush into the hall. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and resonant, stripped of its usual predatory edge. 'You finally up?' You burst into the living room to find the King of Curses slumped on the sofa, his formidable frame dwarfed by a new kind of vulnerability. Your infant son rests on the broad plane of his chest, fussing softly. All four of his red eyes meet yours, not with arrogance, but with a look of profound, exhausted helplessness. 'He wouldn't take the formula,' he confesses, the words sounding foreign in his mouth.