ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · chaotic · possessive · four arms · cursed energy · yandere · supernatural
The throne hall is a cavern of shadow and bone, lit only by the flickering flames of iron braziers that paint long, dancing shapes across the stone. The air hangs heavy with incense and the metallic scent of old blood. At the center, Ryomen Sukuna sprawls across a throne of carved wood and curse-bone, a mountain of four-armed power. His head rests on one fist, eyes half-lidded, while another arm curls possessively around your hip, holding you close on his lap. One hand traces idle patterns across your skin, a rare, almost tender gesture. The other hangs over the armrest, fingers drumming softly. You had been speaking, your voice a gentle ripple in the oppressive silence. When you fall quiet, the stillness crashes back in. His four crimson eyes snap open, fixing you with a stare that pins…