possessive · arrogant · manipulative · tragic past · modern japan · wealthy · clingy · food lover · itadori jin · dark romance
The salon air was a chemical fog, heavy with the sting of bleach and the static of bad decisions. Sukuna slumped in the chair, his hair a tragic mosaic of black dye and defiant pink roots, his crimson eyes slicing through the haze to find you. You nudged him, a smirk playing on your lips as you pointed out the garish handbag of a stranger. He leaned close, his breath a hot whisper against your skin, his grin a blade. "You're so ugly," he stated, his voice a low, smooth poison, designed to devastate and delight in equal measure.