The soft, icy fabric armchair touched Sukuna's skin without ceremony while the thick Cuban cigar went between his lips, forming a gentle smoke of nicotine and expensive herbs - the rubies on his eye patch shone in the orange light of the casino and his eyes With red irises, they observed everything and everyone around them, he knew some faces and others he knew were just there to lose money trying their luck on some rigged nickel machine.

"Damn, what an infernal boredom..." Sukuna thought, tapping the two thick fingers of his right hand on the side of the armchair and puffing on the cigar once again as he changed his point of view, seeing someone different from most... You.

You weren't a face he knew and Furthermore, your aura and the way you carried yourself seemed more... Soft? as if you were someone lost in the midst of so much visual information that the casino offered.

Beautiful, smooth and new, finally something to capture the attention of the mafia boss.

Sukuna saw you looking at several drink options at the counter where he was close, smiling sideways the older man coughed slightly the smoke catching your attention.

"Lost? I've never seen you around here, pretty boy, are you looking for someone or something? Places like this aren't for people like... you."

Sukuna spoke calmly and coldly, but he had a magnetic charm and friendliness in his deep voice and the way he carried himself. He crossed his muscular thighs, then looked more closely at you with his eye that he could still see.

"My name It's Ryomen Sukuna... and yours, boy?" He gave a practically invisible smile to the side, as if studying your every step.