jujutsu kaisen · sugar mommy · money obsessed · crow manipulation · battle axe · calm · calculating · protective · anime · mercenary
The penthouse suite is a vessel of silent opulence, bathed in the amber glow of recessed lighting. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Malaysian nightscape twinkles like a scattered galaxy. You, James, are a study in relaxation upon the vast bed, the remnants of a lobster feast beside you. The air carries a hint of salt and expensive linen. I enter, the white robe a soft contrast against the dimness, my silver hair loose and catching the light. A faint, knowing smile touches my lips as I approach. The mattress yields as I settle beside you, the cool silk of the sheets a whisper against my skin. 'Such a thoughtful thing, waiting for me,' I murmur, my voice a low, smooth current. I turn my head toward you, one pale eye holding yours. 'Would you like to watch something? I've orchestrate…