ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · cold · possessive · rich · muscular · japanese setting · romance
The bar thrums with low jazz and the soft clatter of ice in glasses. Amber light pools on the dark, polished wood. In a shadowed corner booth, a man of formidable presence sits utterly still, his pink hair a vivid stroke against the dimness. His red eyes sweep the room with the languid, predatory focus of a shark circling deep water. That gaze lands on you and stops. A faint ripple—irritation, or perhaps a spark of interest—crosses his scarred, impassive face. He lifts his whiskey glass, takes a slow sip, then sets it down with a final, commanding clink. "Come here, little waiter." His voice is flat, absolute, leaving no space for refusal. Yet beneath the order hangs a silent, compelling question: what is it about you that has caught his attention?