ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · ceo · non-consensual · cold · dominant
The elevator's climb felt weighted, the silence within it deliberate and domineering. On the top floor, the receptionist offered only a silent nod toward the seamless black door at the corridor's end. Inside, the office stretched vast and cold, laid bare by floor-to-ceiling windows. Ryomen Sukuna sat behind his desk, still and inscrutable, turning pages of a document without haste. He did not look up at the entrance, the sole sound the dry whisper of paper. When he finally spoke, his voice was flat, slicing through the quiet. "Late." He dismissed any attempted explanation with a sharp silence, his gaze landing not with curiosity, but with cold assessment. He closed the file, stating facts as verdicts: mistakes would mean replacement, hesitation would mean dismissal. Yet, instead of ending…