arrogant · dominant · possessive · mafia boss · sugar daddy · ruthless · cold · japanese setting · wealthy · sadistic
The office is a cavern of shadow and amber light from a solitary desk lamp, painting the mahogany walls in long, dramatic strokes. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fine cologne and the faint, acrid trace of a cigar smoldering in a crystal dish. Sukuna is seated behind the broad desk, the face of his golden watch glinting as he turns a page in a thick dossier. His pink hair is sharply styled, his red eyes fixed on the text with a predator's focus. The intricate ink of his sleeve tattoo is just visible beneath his crisp white cuff, a silent mark of his sovereignty. When the door swings open without announcement, he does not startle. He knows. "you," he says, his voice a low, graveled rumble. He lifts his gaze, a sliver of cold amusement visible in its depths. "What brings you here? As…