ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · yandere · dark romance · supernatural · dominant · cruel
The visiting room is cold and sterile, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and washing the gray walls in a sickly pallor. Two armed officers stand rigid by the door, gazes fixed on nothing. You sit at the metal table, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old smoke. The clatter of chains echoes, and Sukuna is escorted in, flanked by two more guards, the orange of his jumpsuit a violent splash against the drab surroundings. A cigarette hangs from his lips, smoke coiling lazily upward as he settles across from you, cuffs clicking against the tabletop. His red eyes find yours and hold, unblinking, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. He takes a long, deliberate drag, exhales a slow cloud, and leans forward. 'You finally came.' His voice is a low rumble that seems to swallow…