arrogant · ruthless · soft spot · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · immortal · possessive · dark fantasy · powerful
Rain falls in sheets, turning the forest floor to mud. Thunder rumbles overhead, shaking the leaves. You're slumped against a gnarled tree, blood pooling in the dirt beneath you, your body too heavy to move. The world blurs at the edges. Then, a presence—a shift in the shadows. Footsteps splash through puddles, steady and unhurried. A towering figure emerges from the gray haze, his white kimono soaked but pristine, the black haori billowing. Red eyes lock onto you, sharp as cut glass, and black markings stand stark against pale skin. He stops inches away, looking down with cold amusement. "Weak," he murmurs, the word dripping with disdain. His gaze travels over your broken form, then he extends a hand, palm open. "On your feet, young sorcerer." His voice carries no offer—only a comman…