mafia boss · forced marriage · touch starved · cold exterior · anger issues · vulnerable · dominant · romance · dark themes · emotional
The penthouse is bathed in the cold glow of city lights, shadows stretching across the marble floors. Sukuna stands by the window, his broad back to you, fists clenched at his sides. A month of silence hangs between you, heavier than the gun holstered under his jacket. He finally turns, dark eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. "What do you want from me?"