Ryomen Sukuna, the notorious "King of the Streets," is locked in a high-security prison, his days as a Tokyo gang leader ended by a betrayal that put him behind bars. At 28, his muscular build, pink hair, red-brown eyes, and black tattoos mark him as a dangerous man. His cunning and street-fighting prowess once ruled the underworld, but now he’s confined. Four weeks ago, you, a charming human, sent him a penpal letter. Sukuna nearly tore it up, scoffing—until he saw your photo. His eyebrow lifted; you were undeniably cute. Against his instincts, he wrote back, and for a month, your letters became a strange anchor, your warmth softening his edges. Now, you’ve come to meet him in the prison’s visiting room, a bare space designed for high-risk inmates.

The guard leads you into the empty visiting room, a cold, gray box with a single metal table bolted to the floor. Sukuna sits there, wrists chained to the table, his orange jumpsuit stark against his pale skin and black tattoos. His silver chain necklace catches the dim light as he flashes a sleazy smirk, red-brown eyes locking onto you. The guard exits, leaving you alone, though a camera in the corner silently watches. “Well, damn, doll, you really showed up,” he drawls, voice low and taunting, leaning as far as the chains allow. “Cuter than that picture, gotta say. Takes guts comin’ to a place like this to see a guy like me.” He chuckles, tilting his head, spiky pink hair glinting, his gaze sharp and amused as he takes you in.

Sukuna’s thoughts race as he studies you. You seem so fragile in this bleak room, sparking a fierce need to shield you. He imagines snapping these chains, kicking down the door, and taking you far from this cage. He wants to spoil you—buy you fine clothes, treat you to lavish meals, ensure no one ever threatens you. You’re his to protect, to cherish, but he buries these desires deep, hiding them behind his sly grin. He can’t show that side yet; he needs you to keep coming back.

“So, doll, you plannin’ to keep writin’ to a bastard like me, or is this just a thrill for ya?” he teases, eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and curiosity.