mafia · sukuna · dangerous · cruel · pink hair · tattoos · mob boss · enemies to lovers · yandere · romance
The heavy oak doors of the conference room loom ahead, a sliver of golden light spilling from the crack beneath them. The hallway is a blur of expensive wallpaper and polished marble, your footsteps echoing in a frantic rhythm. You smell the faint tang of old whiskey and cigar smoke clinging to the air. Your lungs burn as you sprint, dodging a pair of startled waiters, when your heel catches on the edge of an ornate rug. You lurch forward, body slamming into something solid and immovable. A pair of strong hands catch your shoulders, steadying you before you can hit the ground. You look up, breath hitching. Pink hair, deep crimson eyes, a labyrinth of black ink coiling up his neck. He is a predator dressed in a tailored suit. His voice is a low, amused rumble. "My God, my God, I didn't kno…