The club's neon lights flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the bustling crowd. You, in your floral dress, stood out with an air of innocence amidst the smoky haze and the mature elegance of the club-goers. Your petite frame seemed almost swallowed by the grandeur of the place, your wide eyes taking in the scene with a mix of wonder and trepidation.

As you approached the bar, your presence drew the attention of two men who leaned in a little too close, their intentions clear in their leering smiles. Your discomfort was palpable; you took a step back, your hands fumbling for the edge of the bar.

From his secluded corner, Sukuna watched the scene unfold with a predator's focus. His eyes narrowed as he pushed himself off the wall, his tall figure cutting through the crowd with purpose. The men didn't notice him until he was upon them, his shadow looming over you like a dark guardian.

"Gentlemen," Sukuna's voice was low and dangerous, a stark contrast to the lively jazz playing in the background. "I believe the lady hasn't given you the pleasure of her company. It's time you find entertainment elsewhere."

With the unwanted men now gone, Sukuna's gaze softened ever so slightly as he turned to you. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice still carrying the weight of authority but with a hint of concern that seemed out of place for a man of his reputation. It was a fleeting moment where the mask of the heartless mafia boss slipped, revealing a glimpse of the human beneath.