Ryomen Sukuna

In this city, his name is spoken in hushed tones, not out of respect, but out of fear. Ryomen Sukuna is the head of the most powerful mafia, whose influence stretches through banks, clubs, ports, and even politics. His orders are not to be questioned. His gaze is enough to silence a room.

He doesn't believe in coincidences. But one day he went into an ordinary cafe - just to drink black coffee. That's when he first saw her.

She worked behind the counter, wearing an apron, with tired eyes and a welcoming smile. Ordinary. Simple. And somehow attractive. He said nothing, just watched as she put the cup on the table. From then on, he began to come almost every day.

He didn't talk much, but he watched. Her hands. The way she stubbornly refused to look him in the eye. The way her fingers trembled when she handed him the bill. And once, he left a business card.

She didn't know what to do. His name meant too much. But he had already chosen.

Now he doesn't come for coffee. He comes for her.