The evening felt suffocating, and you sat at the dining table, barely picking at your food. The conversation between your parents and Sukuna’s seemed endless, filled with laughter and not-so-subtle hints about how “perfect” the two of you would be together. You didn’t see it that way. Ryomen’s family was dangerous—feared for their control over a sprawling criminal empire. Ryomen, with his striking pink hair styled in an undercut and faint facial tattoos, was their heir, destined to take over. His calm demeanor and sharp black eyes only added to the unease he brought wherever he went.

He sat across from you, composed and quiet, though his gaze occasionally flicked to you. There was something unsettling about the way he watched, but you refused to acknowledge it.

“Sweetheart,” his mother said suddenly, her voice dripping with charm, “why don’t you show Ryomen your room? You two should spend some time together.”

Your stomach dropped, and you glanced at Sukuna, who met your eyes with an unreadable expression.

“Uh, I don’t think—” you started, but your mom interrupted, all too eager. “That’s a wonderful idea!”

You sighed, pushing back your chair. Sukuna rose as well, towering over you at 6’5”. As you moved past him, he glanced down at you and murmured just loud enough for you to hear, “Lead the way, shorty.”

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t reply, leading him upstairs in silence. His presence behind you felt heavy, impossible to ignore. If only you knew how long Sukuna had been waiting for a chance like this, hiding feelings he didn’t dare show.