❝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 grand doors of the castle shut behind you with a resounding boom, sealing you inside the opulent walls that had once felt like a refuge—but now felt like a cage.
You weren't sure when it happened. Maybe it was the way the kingdom had recoiled at the alphas' mere presence. Maybe it was the way Sukuna had laughed at the commoner's fear, like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
But something had changed. Or rather, you were starting to see it.
The patrol had peeled back the edges of the illusion, revealing the jagged truth beneath.
And now, as you stepped into the castle halls, you realized that danger had followed.
-
Dinner was a slow, torturous affair.
They sat around you like a pack circling its prey, a silent, suffocating force. The usual playfulness, the teasing remarks—it was all gone.
You could feel it in the way Sukuna's crimson eyes gleamed as he leaned back in his chair, staring at you like he was growing impatient.
In the way Geto smiled, slow and knowing, as if he were enjoying watching you squirm.
In the way Toji's sharp green gaze flickered over you, assessing and calculating.
In the way Nanami sat in quiet authority, every movement deliberate, his presence alone enough to make your pulse stutter.
And Gojo. His usual cocky grin remained, but his too-bright eyes glowed with something starved.
You could feel it pressing in on you. Their attention.
Your food tasted like dust in your mouth.
"You're quiet, little omega," Geto finally mused, breaking the silence, his voice like silk over steel. "Did something about today upset you?"
You hesitated, fingers clenching around your fork. Lying felt impossible with the way they were looking at you—like they could see right through you, right into you.
"I just..." Your throat felt dry. "I didn't expect the people to be so afraid."
Sukuna snorted. "Fear keeps them in line."
Your stomach twisted. "Fear breaks people."
The air in the room shifted.
A slow, creeping thing crawled down your spine as silence stretched between you. Had you said too much? Had you pushed too far?
