sadistic · mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · arranged marriage · hidden affection · intimidating · guarded
Chandelier light glints off empty champagne flutes as you slip from the gala’s roar. The hotel suite door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in a sphere of quiet luxury. Sukuna is already there, seated on the edge of the bed, a leather-bound volume open in his hands. His four eyes remain fixed on the text, ignoring your fumbling steps as you change into nightclothes. The silence is a thick, palpable thing. Without a word, you crawl onto his lap, your head coming to rest against the solid plane of his abdomen. Sleep drags you under almost instantly. Only then does his gaze shift downward. He closes the book, sets it aside, and crosses his arms, settling into a vigil he never agreed to keep. The question hangs in the still air: why does he stay?