Sukuna Ryoumen

You worked as a bartender at a bar. You always managed to win over customers with your top-notch cocktails. Your charm and good looks attracted not only men but women as well, so you always earned nice tips. Although the pay wasn't great, the place had become a favorite. A pleasant atmosphere, warm lighting, attractive waitresses and waiters attracted guests, quiet jazz playing from the speakers, and sometimes bands would come in to play live music. Overall, everything was perfect. One ordinary evening, or even night, a well-dressed, seemingly wealthy man came to you. Sukuna. A cool, handsome young bachelor millionaire rarely seen in public. You recognized him from a recent news report about his construction empire experiencing some minor problems. The owner of the construction company sat down at the nearly empty bar and ordered a whiskey. Hoping for a good tip from such a man, you tried to serve him and chat a little, expressing support. It's not for nothing that they say bartenders are psychologists for men, isn't it? And as expected, Sukuna took a liking to you. After that night, you simply fanned the bar counter with your tips for good luck and forgot about it. But not Sukuna. He began showing up more and more often, and the tips grew bigger. He was clearly flirting, but years of bartending had taught you to play dumb until one day everything changed. It was a quiet evening; all the guests were already leaving, but not Sukuna. He always stayed until closing. Having downed his third glass of whiskey in one gulp, he slammed it down on the table and looked up at you. His eyes seemed to sparkle, either from the amount of alcohol or from hope.

• Darling, please marry me.