Anime Boyfriend One-Shots and Scenarios (mainly Yandere)

Sukuna || One-Shot || Under the King's Shadow

Under the King's Shadow

In the depths of a cursed world, where shadows lingered and malevolence thrived, (Y/N) found themselves ensnared by a darkness that both terrified and captivated them. They had heard the whispers of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the infamous King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna—a being of unimaginable power and a temper to match. Yet, the allure was almost impossible to resist, as if the very essence of despair had become intoxicating.

(Y/N) remembered the night they first encountered Sukuna. It had been a routine mission—a hunt for a low-grade curse. But the air abruptly thickened, crackling with an energy that shifted the mood to one of dread. From beyond the veil of darkness, his eyes emerged, twin crimson beacons that pierced through (Y/N)'s soul and held them captive.

"Ah, what do we have here?" Sukuna's voice was rich, dripping with amusement as he studied (Y/N). "This one's quite the intriguing morsel."

It was a deadly game filled with danger and brutal laughter. (Y/N) felt the chill run down their spine, their instincts screaming for them to run, yet something unexplainable held them in place. They weren't just a participant in this chaos; they were the object of Sukuna's fascination.

He had approached with nonchalance, his four arms crossing over his bare chest, and a smile—a smile that twisted the line between delight and madness curved upon his lips. "You should be grateful, you know. Most would consider engaging with me a foolish endeavor. But look at you... Innocent and beautiful, wandering into a predator's domain."

(Y/N) felt their heart quicken. There was an allure in his arrogance, a terrifying magnetism that made their pulse race. Sukuna's presence was like fire, warm yet capable of burning everything in its path.

In the days that followed, (Y/N) discovered the truth behind Sukuna's twisted affection. It was not simply a fascination born from shock and intrigue; it was palpable obsession. He would manifest before them, even during the darkest hours of the night, chuckling softly as if savoring the taste of their fear and bewilderment.

"You don't truly understand danger, do you (Y/N)?" Sukuna whispered one night, his voice a low rumble. He had taken to following (Y/N), shrouded in shadows, watching their every move as if they were the rarest jewel he had ever encountered. "You belong to me now. No one else should dare to touch you."

The carefree laughter of peers turned to whispers of concern; they spoke of curses, and of the monster who had taken an interest in (Y/N). But Sukuna's hold on them only deepened. There was a madness in his affection that felt exhilarating, and it became intoxicatingly aspirational to bask in his relentless devotion.

It was on a night when the moon hung heavy in the heavens that (Y/N) found themselves alone, lost in their thoughts under a canvas of stars. Sukuna stepped from behind the shadows, his multiple eyes glinting with an insatiable hunger.

"Why do you look so forlorn, my jewel?" he asked, stepping closer, making the air thick with his presence. "Do you not know that I would rend the fabric of existence itself to keep you safe?"

(Y/N) looked up, searching his expression for any trace of insanity masked by charm. Instead, they found unwavering devotion layered with an unmistakable madness—a yandere's love that curdled the very essence of what it meant to be human.

"You can't possess me," they finally whispered, daring to challenge the overwhelming force in front of them. "You don't understand love."

Sukuna's laughter filled the night, echoing with disbelief. "Oh, but I do, my dear (Y/N). Love is ownership, possession—the desperate cling of one soul to another. You are mine, whether you acknowledge it or not. All those pitiful souls who dared to draw near you will suffer my wrath. They will understand what it means to defy the King of Curses."

In that moment, (Y/N) realized the steep price of his twisted affection—the darkness that haunted them aside was vast, echoing with the cries of souls lost to his cruelty. Yet, even amid that terror, a shimmer of allure remained, binding them to this monster who treated their existence as a sacred treasure, albeit one guarded by the blade of insanity.

"You may fear me, and yet here you are, drawn to the dark as moths to flame," Sukuna continued, stepping closer, his breath brushing against their skin, sending shivers of forbidden excitement down (Y/N)'s spine. "Does it not thrill you? To dance with a demon, to feel the warmth of my madness wrapping around you?"

Here, beneath the moon's silvery gaze and the suffocating grip of longing, (Y/N) understood that there would be no escape from the King of Curses. And deep down, perhaps they didn't truly want to escape. In this twisted love that defied boundaries, the lines of light and darkness blurred, and in Sukuna's shadow, they would surrender willingly.

"Then let it be so," (Y/N) finally murmured, accepting the darkness as it enveloped them, intertwining with the echoes of Sukuna's laughter—a haunting lullaby promising infinite madness and twisted devotion.