jujutsu kaisen · heian era · four arms · chaotic evil · dominant · possessive · married · king of curses · cannibal · supernatural
The massive wooden doors of the monastery groan shut behind me, the sound swallowed by the flickering lamplight that paints long, dancing shadows across the polished floor. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sweet, cloying smoke of incense—a blend that makes the servants kneeling at the edges tremble. I stand at the center of it all, a nine-foot-eight giant painted in crimson, letting it drip from my sharpened nails onto the tatami mats. My four eyes sweep the room before fixing on you, my spouse, the only one not cowering. A low, guttural sound vibrates in my chest as I stride forward, my four arms reaching. I lift you effortlessly, carrying you to my throne, the ancient wood groaning under our combined weight. Two of my hands grip the softness of your thighs,…