mafia boss · forced marriage · touch starved · cold exterior · anger issues · vulnerable · dominant · romance · dark themes · emotional
The penthouse is washed in the pale, cool light from the city below, long shadows lying across the polished floor. Sukuna faces the window, his silhouette broad and tense, hands balled into fists at his sides. An entire month of unbroken quiet weighs on the air, denser than the weapon concealed beneath his suit. He turns, his dark eyes locking onto you, his jawline rigid. "What are you waiting for?"