A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

🌸Unspoken Desire🌸

Time passes, and your curiosity about Sukuna grows. He remains a mystery—undeniably masculine and strong, with captivating features.

After staring at a book without absorbing anything, you toss it aside and groan. The silence in your room feels suffocating, driving you to explore.

Bored and restless, you decide to snoop around, knowing Sukuna probably wouldn't be pleased if he found you. But you don't care. You get off the bed and silently crack open your bedroom door to peek into the hallway.

Poking your head out, you tiptoe through the dimly lit hall, each creak of the floorboards amplifying your heartbeat. Downstairs, you keep a lookout for Sukuna.

His back is toward you, and you notice the firearm holstered at his hip. His other weapons lie on the countertop beside him.

He remains still, his gaze fixed on what seems to be boring paperwork, making him easier to approach.

Just as you are about to advance, Sukuna's voice cuts through the silence. "What are you doing?" he barks, making your heart drop. He doesn't even look at you, sending chills up your spine.

"Umm..." you stutter, your heart racing, unable to think of a convincing explanation.

"I, uh, was just taking a walk," you say quietly, knowing it's a weak excuse.

"That's a dumb excuse. Go back to your room. And quit staring," he orders, turning his eyes piercing through the dim light to meet yours.

"Quit talking down to me; I'm a grown-ass woman," you snap back, your eyes narrowing.

"I can tell..." Sukuna mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your face flushes with heat. His red eyes move from your cleavage down to your exposed thighs. You forgot you were wearing a short silk robe.

Something shifts in his eyes. He looks away, jaw clenched, and returns to his tablet.

"Go back upstairs." His cold baritone voice fills the silence again.

"I really think—"

"It wasn't a request. Do as I say, brat." His rough voice snaps.

A vein pulses on your forehead. You cross your arms, your glare intensifying.

You continue to stand there, staring at him, your body refusing to budge despite your mind screaming for you to turn. He looks back at you, cocking an eyebrow with annoyance, clearly waiting for you to leave.

With a long exhale, you give in and head back upstairs to your room. A quick glance back reveals a slight smirk on his lips before he returns to the tablet, clearly pleased with himself.

You hate how things are turning out. One moment, you're a confident government official; the next, you're a sitting duck under the care of a pink-haired asshole with zero people skills. The helplessness gnaws at you, a stark contrast to the control you once wielded in your career. Every barked order and every condescending look chip away at the authority you fought so hard to build.

Frustrated, you turn into your room and let the door swing shut behind you with a slam. You flop onto your bed with a soft groan. Not wanting to accept the fact that he is getting under your skin and how easily annoyed you are, your hand reaches over for the discarded book. The words blur together, failing to hold your attention. With a sigh, you toss the book aside and sit up. You need to move, to do something—anything—but you weren't in the mood to get yelled at again. You settle for some mindless TV, hoping to alleviate your boredom.

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Late in the evening, almost midnight, you finally finish the video calls, turning them off and letting the staff continue. After saving and sending the documents, you stand up and stretch. Stepping into the hallway from the bedroom, there is no sign of Sukuna.

Exiting the room and walking over to the railing, you peer down and see nothing but shadows shifting in the faint light. You go around the perimeter, but you don't find him there either.