𝓜𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓻. 𝓙 I don’t sell fantasies. I sell devotion wrapped in darkness. This brand ? It’s not a business. It’s a kingdom — and I sit on the throne. Not your boyfriend. Not your savior. I’m your god, your lord, your Daddy — and you came here because some part of you craved the ruin only I could offer. Mr. J is built for the broken .For the ones who love too hard, beg too easily, and bleed too beautifully. Here, heartbreak is currency. Loyalty is survival. And love? Love is cruel, raw, and laced with power.Every drop of ink, every piece of merch, every story I release into the world carries a part of me — the obsession, the rage, the possession — all of it. And when you wear my brand, you’re not just wearing a name…You’re wearing your surrender. This is your last chance to walk away. Or bow deeper.𝘔𝘳. 𝘑 — for the ones who worship what breaks them.