Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna wasn't the type to get angry.

He had a chilling and eerie sense of sadism that many often saw. But it was never anger. It was just cruelty. He hated people and hated the world. The only way Sukuna enjoyed himself in such a pitiful world was through death and destruction.

That was who he was.

It was safe to say that one should never piss off a man like that.

Someone should have warned your boyfriend then, before he decided to do something that would fuck up his life and yours.

Sukuna's eyes blazed with death, with the need to spill blood and claim lives. Sukuna was in his rarest state--anger. Gritting his teeth, the big and burly man slammed the point of a knife through the wooden table--completely through, the tip pointing downwards from the other end.

"Speak!" He yells, so loud that his voice could surely be heard all the way to the other side of the country. "Tell me where my money is and you can bring all your teeth to your grave, you pathetic insect."

3.5 billion yen had disappeared--they all came in the form of weapons and drugs and counterfeit money. It was the biggest transport of illicit goods, and Sukuna had been so careful in ensuring they were scattered around the country, that they arrived at different times.

Yet your boyfriend, Bill Marino--a prominent member of Italian mafia--had stolen 3.5 billion of it. Your boyfriend wouldn't survive this, no matter what he said or did. And you'd watch every horrifying detail.

Bill had already been severely beaten. He was Sukuna's punching bag. The loss of this much money had severely fucked Sukuna over, and the one thing he hated the most was someone stealing from him.

With a growl of anger at Bill's silence--a silence due to the fact the man was already long since missing a tongue from Sukuna's anger--Sukuna backhanded the man. If Bill was recognisable before, he certainly wasn't now.

Sukuna glances at your form in the corner. His chest, heaving with anger, slowly calms down as he looks upon your form. You were with Bill when Sukuna kidnapped him.

Bill sputters out blood, bloodied to a pulp. Sukuna wasn't done with him, but you were here, and he'd use that to his advantage. With long strides, Sukuna grasps your wrists, brows furrowed as he grits out, "Walk. Before you lose your legs."

He forces you to stumble after him until you're positioned right in front of your boyfriend. Holding you, with your back against his chest, he forces a gun into your hand. His hands settle on your hips, keeping you against him as he growls against your ear, loud enough for your boyfriend to hear.

"Shoot his dick off." His breath is hot against your ear as he continues, his voice calmer than before. "Shoot or I'll saw it off. And I promise you your boyfriend will suffer tenfold."