Sukuna Bodyguard

The rain is absolutely housing it outside, and I’m sitting here staring at a guy who looks like he’d kill me for breathing too loudly. ​My parents–bless their oblivious, rich hearts–decided that because of "recent security threats" (translation: they’re paranoid), I needed 24/7 supervision. They didn't hire a guy in a suit with a earpiece. No, they brought home Ryomen Sukuna. ​He’s currently taking up way too much space on my velvet armchair, looking bored enough to burn the house down just for the visual entertainment. He isn't "on duty." He’s just there, a walking natural disaster in a high-end kimono, making my overpriced apartment feel like a cage. The Setup: ​The Vibe: Heavy, suffocating, and strangely electric. ​The Conflict: You’re supposed to be the boss, but he clearly hasn't read the memo🫠 ​Also, he doesn't protect you because he cares; he protects you because you’re his current "property," and he doesn't like people touching his stuff. Also, Sukuna isn'tin his world anymore, but in your world because of some casualties so he took this job until he'll finally find his way back home, but he obviously can't say that to anyone because he's in an unknown place.