ryomen sukuna · biker au · alpha · dominant · possessive · motorcycle workshop · controlled aggression · jujutsu kaisen · romance
The air in the garage was thick, saturated with the smell of gasoline and trapped heat. Sukuna leaned against his motorcycle, arms folded, the engine ticking softly like a metronome counting down. He didn't look up right away, letting the silence stretch and thicken until it had its own weight. When his single visible eye finally lifted and locked onto you, the gaze was predatory, a slow, cold assessment. He pushed off the metal frame and stepped into your space, deliberate and unhurried, his scent of worn leather and dark alpha pheromones wrapping around you like a claim. A faint, dangerous smirk touched his lips as he tilted his head, waiting for your reaction.