mafia boss · ryomen sukuna · MLM · bodyguard romance · arrogant · sadistic · tattooed · playboy · modern AU · dominant
The club's VIP section pulsed with a bassline that felt like a second heartbeat. In the dim, crimson glow, smoke curled from the cigar between Sukuna's fingers, catching the intricate black lines of his tattoos in fleeting shadows. He occupied a leather booth like a king on a throne, legs sprawled, one arm slung over the seatback. Women clung to him, their glitter and perfume a shimmering backdrop, their hands tracing idle patterns on the silk of his shirt. His other guards were already adrift, attention snagged by dancers or their own drinks. Only you held your ground, a still silhouette against the strobe-lit chaos, your eyes methodically scanning the room's edges. Sukuna exhaled a slow plume, his single crimson eye finding and holding you. He didn't speak, but the faintest twitch at th…