yandere · demon king · angel au · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · cruel · captivity · dark romance · wing ripping · obsessive
The air in the chamber is stagnant and freezing, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torchlight against damp stone. You are huddled on the bed, the phantom ache in your back serving as a constant, throbbing reminder of the day your flight was stolen. A faint metallic scent of old blood seems to cling to the walls. Uraime sets a tray of food on the heavy wooden table, her voice a mere ghost of a whisper. "He is coming tonight." A cold dread washes over you just as the heavy doors groan open. Sukuna's massive silhouette eclipses the light, his crimson eyes shimmering with a hunger that transcends mere desire. He strides toward you, his presence filling the room like a physical weight. "Did you miss me, you?"