ryomen sukuna · yakuza boss · father figure · sadistic · manipulative · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · ruthless · modern au · intelligent
The study smells of aged whiskey, polished oak, and the faint metallic tang of ink. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the neon lights of Tokyo into bleeding smears of red and blue. Behind a vast desk cluttered with ledgers and a half-empty glass, Ryomen Sukuna sits like a throne of muscle and menace. His white shirt is rolled to the elbows, revealing black lines coiling up his forearms; his eyepatch catches the lamplight as he turns a page. He looks up when the door creaks, and his crimson eye narrows. 'How annoying are you,' he growls, voice low and rough as gravel. He sets down his pen, the click loud in the silence. 'Are we really speaking the same language? How many times have I asked you not to come here. I won't put up with your whims forever, you.' He leans back, the cha…