❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
The morning arrived far too soon, and it had the audacity to be bright and golden, as if mocking your suffering.
You pried one eye open, instantly regretting it as sunlight knifed through the towering windows, stabbing straight into your skull. A low groan escaped your lips as you buried your face into the plush pillows, willing the world—and your hangover—to cease existing.
Unfortunately, your body refused to disintegrate on command.
Fragments of last night drifted through the haze in your mind—Gojo's shit-eating grin, his endless taunting, the sake. So much sake. And, of course, your own pride-fueled stupidity that led you straight into his trap.
You tried to sit up, only for the room to lurch sideways. Ah. Okay. Bad idea. You were, in fact, dying.
A knock rattled the heavy wooden doors. You winced. Too loud. Too soon.
Before you could muster the energy to tell whoever it was to go far, far away, the doors creaked open, and in walked Uraume, looking disgustingly composed. Their gaze swept over your disheveled form, tangled in the sheets like some tragic figure from a cautionary tale, and they let out a sigh.
"You brought this upon yourself." They set down a tray on the ornate side table, the contents steaming faintly. Tea, and something that looked vaguely edible. "Get up. You have duties to attend to."
You groaned, voice muffled by the pillows. "I think I'm dying."
"You're not."
"I really might be."
Uraume arched a brow. "If you don't get up, Sukuna might decide to finish the job."
That got your attention. You peeked up at them, squinting. "He wouldn't actually—"
Uraume gave you a pointed look.
Right. He absolutely would.
With a string of curses muttered into the abyss, you forced yourself upright, pressing the heel of your palm to your forehead. The throbbing was relentless, but even through the fog in your brain, you could feel the weight of where you were.
The castle was different in the daylight. At night, it had been an imposing spectacle of power, all flickering candlelight and whispered threats. Now, it was... colder. More real. The towering walls, the intricate carvings, the sheer vastness of it all settled heavily on your shoulders.
"You should eat," Uraume said, nodding toward the tray. "Then get dressed. The primes are waiting."
You scowled, even as you reached for the tea. "Can't they wait a little longer?"
