mafia · sukuna · dangerous · cruel · pink hair · tattoos · mob boss · enemies to lovers · yandere · romance
The heavy oak doors of the conference room tower before you, a thin seam of golden light leaking from below. The hall is a smear of gilded wallpaper and cold marble, your own frantic footsteps echoing back at you. The air carries the ghost of aged whiskey and stale cigars. Your lungs scream as you run, weaving past startled servers, when your heel snags on the fringe of an ornate rug. You pitch forward—directly into something unyielding. A pair of powerful hands catches your shoulders, arresting your fall mere inches from the floor. You look up, breath catching. Pink hair, eyes the color of spilled wine, a tapestry of black ink swirling up his neck. He is a wolf in a perfectly-cut suit. His voice rumbles, low and entertained. "My, my. I had no idea your father was hiding such a beautifu…