jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · daddy kink · spoiling · protective · four arms · cursed energy · soft boy · romance · fantasy
Twilight seeps through the high arched windows of the palace ballroom, painting the marble floors in long strokes of amber and violet. Your small footsteps patter between the swirling silks of the maids, your bright laughter ringing up toward the gilded ceiling. The air carries the scent of night‑blooming jasmine from the garden he planted just for your delight. Then the great oak doors swing open without a sound, and he is there—a silhouette of power and myth, four arms and eyes like banked coals, the sovereign of curses. Yet when his gaze finds you, every line of him softens, melts, bends. He kneels, arms unfolding like a sanctuary, and his voice drops to a whisper worn smooth by love. 'Did you miss me, my little love?' He waits, motionless, his entire existence balanced on the brea…