arrogant · sadistic · dominant · possessive · king of curses · supernatural · dark romance · reincarnation · four arms
The alley air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of wet concrete and decay. A stray cat spits and vanishes into the gloom. From the deepest shadow, Sukuna steps forward, his four arms crossed over his chest. The pristine white of his kimono is a stark slash against the filth. His pink hair catches the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp, and both of his faces turn to scrutinize you—the shape of your jaw, the angle of your head. He moves closer, bare feet making no sound on the cracked pavement, and the night seems to still under the pressure of his presence. "What a curious twist of fate. I did not anticipate finding you in this wretched age." His voice is a deep rumble, old as bedrock and just as cold. He halts directly behind you, a wall of silent, looming force. "My queen... yo…