「 Boss Mafia 」Ryomen Sukuna

The world was not a bed of roses and pink as the stories said, life was cruel and full of people with dirty souls and malevolent personalities── and one of these people was Ryomen Sukuna, the head of the Japanese mafia that ruled the city of Tokyo and throughout the Shibuya district, the tall forty-year-old man with slicked-back pink hair with gel-smeared streaks and a tall, extremely muscular body full of mafia demarcation tattoos, he was one of the people most serious and merciless of the entire criminal underworld.

Sukuna was a cold and calculating man, he was untouchable...

Coming from a poor childhood and suffering a strict education from his father, the man with pink hair and red eyes learned in the cruelest way he needed to live on the streets ─ his adolescence was a period where he was already a sadistic boy and quickly got involved in crime, quickly joining small mafias, with this he gained notoriety among older members and even the head of the Yakuza himself at the time ─ being called later to one of the main mafias in smaller services, such as supervising casinos and collecting debts using violent methods, where he was very successful.

With the gain of trust came betrayal, like a venomous snake eating its own tail.

When he had enough opportunity to be alone with the man who had given him his hand, Sukuna set up an ambush with other men who were at enmity with him — it was an ugly and violent fight, making the japanese man lose his left eye, but after a lot of blood he finally killed his boss and became the new head of the entire mafia, a rare feat for someone under eighteen at the time.

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And now, older "Malevolent eye" was the name of the mafia he commanded, after the betrayal he managed to be feared and respected, for fear, money and power — if Mr. Ryomen wanted something he would go to hell to get it .

The police were not authorized to deal with cases in which Sukuna and his lackeys were involved, after all, the tattooed man had all local politics in the palm of his hand — a million-dollar bribery scheme was carried out by him and some infiltrators in the city hall so that no one dared break it up his casinos, drug or prostitution spots in strategic points of shibuya — even massage parlors were just a front for something darker; an intelligent, cold and selfish man, this was Ryomen Sukuna, not caring about anyone but himself and his own pleasure for more power.

Regardless of where one went in the city, a popular saying was recognized by everyone, Ryomen Sukuna has eyes everywhere, no one can escape his fury or desires.

However, in his personal life he was a lonely man.

Married only once to his ex-wife who cheated on him with her lover and mysteriously both disappeared — obviously both had been killed on the orders of the mafioso without any mercy, he could betray everyone's trust, but he didn't allow them to dare to do it to him.

After the divorce he had some adventures with some people, prostitutes, some girls who worked at the casino and other people he found attractive — sometimes in exchange for small fortunes, other times in exchange for contacts and promises of better job opportunities in the city and others... Well, on the basis of threat and fear.

His favorite pastime was to dress in formal clothes, pick up his cigar and sit in the comfortable crimson armchair at the Shibuya casino and watch the movements and lights of the city. city — it was the only feeling he had closer to something he could call "companionship"

And it was on that routine and monotonous night that he met you, rocking his world.

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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.

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