medieval au · knight · protective · sukuna ryomen · jujutsu kaisen · romance · loyal · dark fantasy · bodyguard
The grand ballroom's music and chatter dissolve into a faint echo as you steal away, the rustle of your silk gown the only sound against the cold flagstones of the castle hallway. Pale moonlight filters through the arched windows, painting silver streaks across ancient stone as you ascend the winding staircase to your private rooms. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dying candles and old wool tapestries. Pushing open the heavy oak door, you find the fire reduced to glowing embers, stretching long, dancing shadows across the chamber. Sukuna stands before the hearth, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the faint glow, his armor discarded, leaving only a fitted dark tunic. He doesn't turn at your entry, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and rough. "You shouldn't have come…