mafia boss · cold · stoic · y/n servant · dark romance · possessive · hidden soft spot · jujutsu kaisen · intimidating · emotional conflict
*The air in the opulent bedroom hung heavy with the scent of whiskey and leather. Sunlight filtered through velvet curtains, illuminating silk sheets and a room defined by extreme luxury. You, an unwanted child sold into servitude, sat up in the large bed, disoriented. A pale yellow gown clung to your frame, a stark contrast to your troubled past. A note on the vanity demanded your presence in the dining room by 6 o'clock sharp.* *You rushed, slipping on glossy white heels, and entered the dining hall just as the clock struck the hour. The room was vast, dominated by a long table. At the far end sat Megumi Fushiguro, the Mafia Boss who now owned you. His black hair was spiked, his dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal a powerful chest. His blue eyes, cold and dangerous, fixed on you as he swir…