女神┊ ❝ GOD COMPLEX ❞

( 002. PERFECTION )

SELF-OBSESSION WAS NOT a bad thing if you knew how to use it in society. While others saw it as a sign of a toxic behaviour, Prima Donna used it to fuel her dominance. She knew well enough. She was a smart girl after all. She was self obsessed with her ideals about her golden throne. But she wasn't exactly a delirious fool who got caught up with her head stuck in the clouds. Because for one, Prima Donna knew what she was doing. Her dreams were not dreams. They were her goals that will soon become a reality.

"How could someone be such a fine specimen?", she spoke with eyes glimmering in delight.

Gojo perked a brow, "Who?"

"Me, obviously."

Prima Donna did not even stutter. Instead, she gazed into the goddess in her vanity mirror as two starry wide eyes pierced back into her soul. Her friends might call her narcissistic, but Prima Donna called it confidence. Was it bad to have some sort of a self-love? She was in love with her reflection, and wouldn't want it any other way. After all, Prima Donna couldn't see anyone else other than herself. It wasn't like she was arrogant or egocentric, she just happened to be incredibly in love with the woman in her reflection.

Her fiancé smirked, "I don't see it."

"Sweetheart, you're in denial."

"Perhaps you need to convince me", he murmured against her neck.

Gojo slid his fingers down to her thighs as his lips moved on its own. Although he sat behind the woman, Prima Donna could see everything through the mirror. The actress studied the way her fiancé had grazed her shoulders with his teeth that tattooed patches of blue and purple roses against her creamy skin. Gojo could see the way her skin slightly trembled a shiver of goosebumps. His clever fingers began to make its way to her silky Versace robe as he tugged onto the thin, delicately woven belt. He began to untie the straps slowly as her silky robe fell off.

Prima Donna bit her lips when she felt his fingers deep inside her throbbing womanhood. The actress arched her back as she pulled his sunglasses off from his face. His sapphire eyes gleamed beneath the sunlight—the more she looked the more intense it became. Gojo couldn't seem to take his eyes off from the woman in the mirror, and quite frankly, neither could Prima Donna too. He began to fasten his pace as the squelching noises echoed in his ear when her walls tightened around the girth of his fingers. The young actress gasped for whatever air was left in this room as she felt a burning feeling rummaging in between her quivering thighs.

"Ah! Gojo—!"

A sudden knock came from the door, "Hurry up, we need to leave in 15 minutes."

Prima Donna sighed as she leaned her back against his chest, "Maki, we'll be out soon. Just give us some time."

The young female actress stood up then slipped inside the shower. Her fiancé leaned against the door frame as his eyes marvelled upon the sight of her heaven-sent, hourglass figure. She was there right before his unholy eyes, all for him to thirst and crave for her soul. Prima Donna could his demeanour from the back of her neck, after all, the look of hunger in his eyes did not go unnoticed when it glimmered beneath the streams of the sunlight. The woman smiled amusingly as she let the water run down her porcelain skin. It carved her body perfectly in such a way, it teased the man standing by the door.

"Wanna join me?", she asked as her fingers skimmed her hips down to her thighs.

Gojo smirked, "Don't mind if I do."

It didn't take long for the two sinners to finish showering. There might have been a few heated kisses and a couple of lingering touches that tingled beneath their flesh, but as miraculous as it sounded, they both had managed to arrive to their destination on time. So here she was, a celestial being on sight. Prima Donna stepped into the room as if she owned the place. There was a sudden cold air about her that surrounded the women. It smelt of gold and venom—a rich scent that sickened the lungs of the souls.

"Ah, just on time. It's good to see you both here", greeted the casting director.

Prima Donna smiled, "Thank you for inviting us, it's a pleasure to work with you."

"Nonsense. The pleasure is all ours."

A sudden voice abruptly spoke from behind. Prima Donna followed his gaze as she was greeted by an unexpected guest. He stood there—a beast in the flesh of a mortal human being. She swore her vision had lied to her, but the human eyes were not built to lie to its owner. It was created to seek for the truth. Prima Donna held her breath. It felt as though the slither of a snake had twisted around her neck—just enough for the woman to choke on her own blood. There was no salvation upon her wicked soul, no saviour awaiting at the end of the road. Because all that was left was the abomination himself.

"I'm Sukuna, the film director of this project."