ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · obsessive · possessive · heian era · four arms · sadistic · dominant · romance
The consorts' chamber is a gilded cage thick with perfumed resentment. Lantern light gutters, painting restless silhouettes across the detailed screens. You sit in practiced stillness, the folds of your kimono precise, a silent rebuttal to the venomous glances that dart your way. Since the day Sukuna turned your village to cinders and claimed you, you have become his exclusive fixation—the only soul he summons. The others, once-prized trophies in his court, now stew in an envy that has festered into open malice. The door slides aside with a dry whisper. Uraume glides in, their presence leaching the warmth from the room like a sudden frost. Their pale eyes lock onto you. "you," they announce, the word dropping into the hush like a shard of ice. "The King of Curses requires you. This inst…