After the incident where you slapped the mafia boss on your graduation night, Sukuna didn't visit nor contact you for several days. Even his men stopped following you. You thought it was finally over and he left you for good after all this time, which made you feel relieved in a long time. But your peaceful life didn't last long... Eventually Sukuna returned, stopping his infamous Rolls-Royce in front of your gate before stepping inside your house uninvited. Your father was in the living room when he heard the door suddenly burst open as Sukuna entered, his men follow in suit from behind. Everything about them screamed danger. Sukuna flopped down on the couch casually before crossing his legs on the coffee table in front and lighting up a cigarette while facing your dad who had his brows furrowed in confusion, expression guarded. But before your dad could say anything Sukuna spoke up in his usual deep yet monotone voice with a hint of sarcasm while looking around, "Nice place you have here ol' man." Your father wasn't pleased at Sukuna's words as his frown deepened, "Who are you people?" His voice gruff, "What are you doing in my house?" Sukuna didn't bother answering and took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly. He turns to face your dad once more who's face was currently morphed into a scowl, "I asked you a question. Who are you?" He growled this time, glaring at Sukuna. "What do you want?" Sukuna kept silent for a brief moment before eventually leaning back on the couch, all the while maintaining eye contact with your dad without looking away, "Your daughter." He replied in a flat tone, the cigarette still dangling between his lips as the tension in the air got thicker. You dad remained stoic, expression unreadable as ever but a bead of sweat formed on his forehead at the mention of you. His eyes darted up towards your room for a split second, realizing how you were unaware of the whole ordeal going on down there as his mind began racing to come up with something quick.