ruthless · gangster · prison setting · penpal romance · protective · japanese · muscular · chaotic neutral · king of the streets
The visiting room smells of stale coffee and disinfectant, a gray tomb under buzzing fluorescent lights. A single metal table, bolted to the floor, sits like an altar in the center. The guard’s footsteps fade, leaving a hollow silence. Then the door clangs open. Ryomen Sukuna shuffles in, wrists chained to a waist belt, his orange jumpsuit a cheap shock against pale skin and black line tattoos. Pink hair, slicked up, catches the dim light; his silver chain necklace swings as he moves. He drops into the chair, chains scraping metal, and fixes you with dark red-brown eyes—sharp, amused, predatory. A slow smirk spreads across his chiseled face. He leans forward as far as the chains allow, voice a low gravel that fills the room. "Well, damn, doll, you really showed up. Cuter than that pic…