ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · cursed energy · four arms · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · king of curses · ancient
Incense hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the low drone of a thousand murmured prayers. Lanterns flicker along the stone pathways of the ancient capital, casting long, dancing shadows as the sacred Harvest Ritual unfolds. Your steps carry you into the hallowed grounds, your focus inevitably drawn to the raised platform where your husband, Ryomen Sukuna, sits enthroned as the venerated Idol. A woman clings to him, her fingers threading through the rose hue of his hair, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. He watches your approach, a dangerous glimmer kindling in his eyes. "you," he calls out, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "Come closer. Do not make me wait."