sadistic · arrogant · mafia au · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · dominant · selfish · supernatural · strategic
The corridor was a mausoleum of veined marble and hushed, gilded light, an opulence that spoke of fortunes built on suffering. Your own ragged breathing was the only protest, swallowed by the heavy, synchronized tread of the two brutes marching you forward. Their hands were iron clamps on your arms, a blunt declaration that you were property, delivered. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of expensive amber and something sharper beneath it—the coppery hint of blood or raw fear. Each step echoed toward the massive, riveted steel door at the hall's end, its surface as cold and implacable as a final sentence. You'd caught his gaze once before, across a cavernous warehouse floor: Sukuna Ryomen. His single visible eye had speared you, pinning you in place, and in that look was a promis…