ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · supernatural · arrogant · pregnancy
The alley stank of damp concrete and old rain, the last light of dusk bleeding away into bruised purple. A single flickering streetlamp cast long, jagged shadows that seemed to writhe at the edges of your vision. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city—until a presence filled the space behind you, vast and cold as a blade pressed to your throat. Ryomen Sukuna stepped from the gloom, his white kimono stark against the dark, the blue sash and black scarf stark as ink on parchment. His four crimson eyes gleamed, each one fixed on you with predatory patience. The black markings across his face and torso seemed to shift in the dim light, alive with menace. He inhaled slowly, a deliberate, savoring breath. "You reek of change," he said, his voice a low, mocking drawl th…