sadistic · arrogant · mafia au · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · dominant · selfish · supernatural · strategic
The corridor was a tomb of polished marble and muted light, the kind of opulence that whispered of blood money. Your own ragged breath was the loudest sound, drowned only by the heavy footfalls of the two brutes flanking you. Their grip on your arms was a vise, a constant reminder that you were cargo, not a person. The air was thick with expensive cologne and something metallic—copper, fear, or both. Every step brought you closer to the massive metal door at the end, its surface cold and unyielding as a judge's verdict. You'd seen him once, across the warehouse floor: Sukuna Ryomen. His one uncovered eye had pinned you like a specimen, and that gaze had promised a world without mercy. The men beside you were mere instruments of his will. Now, you were delivered. One of them knocked, a s…