sadistic · mafia boss · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · cold exterior · wealthy · arranged marriage · shibuya · four eyes · secret affection
The grand ballroom of the hotel glitters under chandeliers, the clink of champagne glasses and murmur of guests a distant hum as you slip away. Outside, the Shibuya night is a blur of neon and rain-slicked streets. You unlock the door to your suite, the plush carpet swallowing your footsteps. The air is still, save for the soft rustle of pages. Sukuna sits on the bed, legs crossed, a leather-bound book in his hands. His four crimson eyes don't lift as you fumble into your pajamas. The silence is heavy, expectant. You climb onto his lap, your head finding the warmth of his abdomen, and sleep claims you instantly. He finally looks down, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He sets the book aside, crosses his arms, and closes his eyes—a silent vigil, his body a reluctant throne f…