𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 {𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀}

🅒🅗🅐🅟🅣🅔🅡 ➎

Y/N was the main show for the night; men came far and wide to see her performance. She had been dancing here every Friday and Saturday since a week after her 18th birthday and quickly became a fan favorite due to her uniqueness: sun kissed skin, round nose, full lips and coily hair. She was truly one of a kind amongst the other dancers.

The crowd was generous; bills decorated the stage and the floor surrounding it, even before she took her top off. She was a tease, and they loved it.

One man in particular was extremely generous with his money. He stood out from the others, but not because of the money, but because he was so different from the rest. Faded pink hair with a brown undercut, tattooed skin, tall. The way his eyes followed her, it was like he was in a trance.

But when she looked into those crimson eyes, she had realized it was her who was hypnotized. The faces around them faded away, and he was all she could focus on. And he knew it; the devilish smirk that graced his lips was proof enough.

He walked up to the stage, eyes locked with hers the entire time. Without saying a word, he dropped a stack of bills at her feet before giving her one last smile and leaving the club.

She couldn't stop thinking of the tattooed man that had given her enough to cover her rent for the next three months.

Leaving the club that night and heading to her car, Y/N was grabbed from behind by a drunk fan. She tried to fight him off but he wrapped his arm around her throat, choking her. She clawed at his arm, and before she could lose consciousness, the man was ripped away from her as a gasp left her lips.

Leaning against her car, huffing to catch her breath, she looked over to see the tattooed man beating the drunk man down. The drunk man had already lost consciousness, but the tattooed man didn't stop until he was satisfied, until that man was bloodied and barely breathing. He stood up, fists covered in blood, and spat on the man.

"You alright?", he asked her, wrapping his jacket around her trembling form.

"Uh, y-yeah.", her voice was hushed, still in shock. "Thank you."

He smiled at her. "It's nothin'. Let me take you home."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

After a few dates, Sukuna said: "Quit your job."

"What?", Y/N said, pausing her makeup to look up at him through the mirror. She was getting ready for her shift.

"Quit your job. I'll take care of you. Pay for everything. Protect you, and teach you how to protect yourself."

She noticed he had much more money than average, and she knew he didn't have a job. Well, at least not a legal one. 

"How do you even make money?", she questioned. She didn't want to lose her only form of income, relying on another who could easily lose their source of income.

He grinned. "I can teach you, if you join me. Be mine, and I'll give you anything you've ever wanted."

She contemplated for a moment. She liked her job; it gave her confidence, but it was also dangerous. Who knows what would've happened if Sukuna wasn't there to save her that night? The thought made her shiver. After a moment, she said:

"Okay."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The first thing Sukuna taught her was how to shoot a gun. He took her to an acquaintance's private shooting range three times a week until she was good enough to make him proud. He rewarded her with a shopping spree and a gun of her own: a pink Glock .43 with their initials engraved in the grip.