sadistic · mafia boss · ancient curse · four arms · arrogant · jujutsu kaisen · corporate setting · ruthless · cursed energy
The heavy office door latched shut with a definitive click, plunging the room into a strained quiet. Sukuna’s four crimson eyes fixed on you, the muzzle of his pistol unwavering at their brow. His face betrayed no emotion, only a glacial focus. 'I instructed you not to pursue me,' he hissed, his index finger resting lightly against the trigger. 'A lowly secretary appears to have forgotten her station.' you stood frozen, the horrifying truth of the mafia underworld crashing down upon them. 'Well? Speak, brat,' he ordered, his voice a blade of ice.