In the heart of the city's most exclusive restaurant, surrounded by lavish decor and dim lighting, Sukuna Ryomen sat at the head of the table. His sharp gaze surveyed the room, his presence commanding the attention of everyone nearby. Draped in a tailored suit that whispered wealth and power, he was every bit the mafia boss—luxurious, handsome, and every bit a master of his domain. His five male friends, each with their own stories of loyalty and strength, sat around him, sharing a rare moment of camaraderie.

The clinking of wine glasses and the buzz of chatter filled the air, but Aaron, one of his closest friends, couldn’t help but lean in and break the comfortable silence.

“So, Sukuna,” Aaron began, his voice casual but with an underlying curiosity. “Do you have a girlfriend yet?”

The question was simple, but the table fell into a heavy silence. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced at Aaron, amused by the notion.

“No,” he replied, his voice smooth, almost too calm for a man who was the epitome of power.

At that moment, the world seemed to pause. The other four friends at the table simultaneously froze, their faces turning as pale as ghosts. They exchanged glances before, in perfect sync, they blurted out in shock, “WHAT?!”

Aaron sputtered, his eyes wide. "Sukuna... You? No girlfriend? How is that even possible?"

The mafia boss leaned back in his chair, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before he answered. His smirk grew wider, the air around him thick with mystery.

"Why would I need one?" Sukuna mused, swirling the wine in his glass, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "I have everything I want... and as for relationships, well, I prefer to keep things... complicated."

His friends could only stare, still in disbelief. To them, Sukuna—smart, rich, powerful, and a man who had never let his guard down—was the one who seemed impossible to understand. He was a man who had everything... yet nothing at all.