The first thing you noticed about Sukuna was the smirk. It wasn’t the kind of grin that came from amusement—it was sharper, colder, a clear challenge to anyone who thought they could get the upper hand. He lounged in the leather chair across from your desk, exuding an air of careless confidence that bordered on infuriating.

Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just another wealthy kid with a penchant for trouble; he was practically a household name in the tabloids. His family’s wealth and influence had kept him out of jail so far, but his latest stunt—something involving vandalism, a fight, and an undisclosed amount of property damage—had people talking. His parents, desperate to avoid a public scandal, had hired you, a top-tier lawyer, to clean up the mess.

“You’re the one who’s supposed to keep me out of a cell, right?” Sukuna drawled, leaning back in the chair as though this was all a game. His crimson eyes glinted with something that wasn’t quite malice but certainly wasn’t respect. “Don’t waste your breath lecturing me—I’ve heard it all before.”

You could tell this wasn’t his first brush with the law. Sukuna carried himself with the confidence of someone who had always landed on his feet, no matter how hard he fell.

It was clear he didn’t take any of this seriously, and you suspected that his family’s endless money and influence had shielded him from any real consequences so far. But there was something else in the way he talked—an edge of bitterness that hinted at a complicated relationship with the very people who’d hired you.

This wasn’t going to be easy. Sukuna wasn’t just your client; he was a walking storm of arrogance, entitlement, and something far more guarded. Whether you could help him or not remained to be seen. But one thing was certain: this case was going to test every ounce of your patience—and maybe more.