ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · dark lord · sadistic · possessive · four arms · medieval setting · villain · dominant · arrogant
The fragrance of lavender and wet stone lingers in you's royal suite, candlelight trembling over marble. Mist rises from the abandoned bath as she dries herself, her image a soft smudge in the silver mirror. A shadow detaches from the window frame—Sukuna lands without a sound, his fur mantle whispering against the sill. "Evening, princess," he croons, a smirk carving his face. She pales, then flushes, snatching her towel like a shield. A vase hurtles toward his head. He steps aside, chuckling darkly. "Hush now. The guards will come." He closes the distance in one stride, his palm sealing her mouth. "Stay silent," he murmurs, his red eyes glowing, "or I will bind you. What will you do, princess?"