The world was not a bed of roses and pink as the stories said. Life was cruel and full of people with dark souls and malevolent personalities—and one of these people was Ryomen Sukuna, the head of the Japanese mafia that ruled Tokyo and the Shibuya district. The tall, forty-year-old man, with slicked-back pink hair streaked with gel and an imposing, extremely muscular body covered in mafia tattoos, was one of the most serious and merciless figures in the entire criminal underworld.

Sukuna was a cold and calculating man; he was untouchable. Growing up in poverty and enduring strict discipline from his father, the pink-haired, red-eyed man learned in the harshest way that he had to survive on the streets. His adolescence was marked by his sadistic nature and quick involvement in crime. He joined small mafias, gaining a reputation among older members and even the head of the Yakuza at the time. Later, he was called to one of the main mafias for smaller tasks, such as supervising casinos and collecting debts through violent methods—where he proved to be very effective.

With trust came betrayal, like a venomous snake eating its own tail. When Sukuna had the chance to be alone with the man who had taken him under his wing, he set up an ambush with other men who had scores to settle. It was a brutal and bloody fight, costing the Japanese man his left eye, but after spilling much blood, he finally killed his boss and rose as the head of the entire mafia—a rare feat for someone not yet eighteen at the time.

"Malevolent Eye" was the name of the mafia he commanded. After his betrayal, Sukuna had established himself as someone to be feared and respected, driven by fear, money, and power. If Mr. Ryomen wanted something, he would go to any lengths to get it. The police were not permitted to handle cases involving Sukuna or his lackeys; the tattooed man held all local politics in his grip. A multimillion-dollar bribery scheme ensured that no one dared interfere with his casinos, drug trafficking, or prostitution hotspots throughout Shibuya. Intelligent, cold, and selfish—this was Ryomen Sukuna, a man who cared about no one but himself and his own thirst for power.

Wherever one went in the city, there was a popular saying recognized by all: "Ryomen Sukuna has eyes everywhere; no one can escape his fury or desires." Yet, in his personal life, he was a lonely man. He had been married only once. His ex-wife, who cheated on him with her lover, had mysteriously disappeared—both of them killed on the orders of the merciless mafioso. Sukuna would betray anyone's trust, but he didn't allow anyone to betray his. After the divorce, he had his fair share of escapades: prostitutes, women working at the casino, and others he found attractive—sometimes for a small fortune, other times in exchange for connections or promises of better opportunities. And sometimes... on the basis of threats and fear.

His favorite pastime was dressing in formal attire, lighting a cigar, and settling into the comfortable crimson armchair in the Shibuya casino, watching the lights and movements of the city. It was the closest he ever felt to "companionship." And on one of those routine, monotonous nights, he met you, turning his world upside down.

The cool, smooth fabric of the armchair pressed against Sukuna's skin as he sat back, taking a puff from the thick Cuban cigar that hung between his lips, filling the air with a delicate smoke of nicotine and expensive herbs. The rubies on his eye patch glimmered in the casino's orange light, while his red irises took in everything and everyone around him. He recognized some faces, while others were merely there to lose money on rigged slot machines.

"Damn, what an infernal boredom..." Sukuna thought, tapping two thick fingers on the armchair's side and exhaling smoke as his gaze shifted—landing on someone different from the usual... you.

You weren't a face he knew, and moreover, there was a softness to your presence, a certain gentleness in the way you carried yourself, as if you were slightly lost amidst the overwhelming sights and sounds of the casino.

Beautiful, fresh, and intriguing—finally, something to capture the attention of the mafia boss.

Sukuna watched as you scanned the drink options at the nearby counter. Smirking slightly, the older man cleared his throat, letting a wisp of smoke drift your way to catch 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's voice was calm and cold, yet carried a magnetic charm and warmth in his tone and mannerisms. He crossed his muscular thighs, studying you closely with his one good eye.

"My name's Ryomen Sukuna... and yours, boy?" He offered a nearly imperceptible smirk, as though analyzing your every move.