女神┊ ❝ GOD COMPLEX ❞

(   009.   FAKE KISS   )

PERHAPS HUMANS WERE AWFUL living creatures that were created to destroy and hurt other human beings. It was a concept that derived from the minds of those who had witnessed the emotions of pain in the eyes of other living creatures, and perhaps, them too are the victims to this masochistic chaos. Prima Donna was no different to this definition. She was the absolute epitome of a wrathful god who craved for the flesh of her slaves.

But the thought about claiming her seat as god sounded fucking delirious when she spat the words out from her mouth. It was quite humorous. Was she really a god, or was she playing god? Prima Donna once thought that she had the whole world on the palms of her hands, but the more she felt the presence of a certain beast, it seemed as though the world itself became her enemy rather than her pawn. Because when the beast himself came to her, it left an unspoken question stuck in between them. What did Sukuna mean to her?

"That's my girl", Gojo muttered under his breath.

The cameras rolled in a little closer to the woman's facial expression as she rolled her hips in beat with the plastic tune that throbbed from the speakers. She had her arms over his shoulders, and her lips captured by her partner's mouth. The sloppy kiss was short lived, but the fake feelings of an act lasted forever in the room. Although her fiancé was in front of her eyes, Prima Donna couldn't seem to look at him. She didn't mean to, it wasn't like she wanted to repeat another rookie mistake—but her eyes could not seem to obey her mind.

They flickered to Sukuna, then back to Gojo, then flickered back to Sukuna like a messy whirlpool stuck inside a never ending cycle. What was it? There was a strange itch in her heart. It clawed and tore her chest apart until a gaping hole was formed in her flesh. What a strange feeling. Prima Donna had always thought of herself as a merciless god who did not dare to touch the bundle of emotions that were born in the bloodlines of humanity. But as ironic as it is, it seemed as though Prima Donna was not as numb as she claimed to be.

"Cut, cut, cut!", the film director suddenly spoke.

Sukuna eyed the actress with his beady eyes, "Focus and stay in character. I can see it in your eyes that you're in deep thought. You're better off forgetting about it."

Forgetting. Prima Donna knew exactly what he meant. Behind those words carried a hidden message being unfolded right before her eyes. The actress furrowed her brows before returning to her original position. There was an awful tension in the room, that even her own fiancé could feel. Gojo glanced at her from the corner of his gem stoned eyes, and he wasn't the slightest bit amused by this scene—neither was he intrigued because somehow from the back of his mind, there was a ghostly scream that chilled his bones cold.

"Action!"

Gojo slid his arm around her waist followed by his lips near her left ear, "That dress looks good on you, it makes me wanna do things. Bad things."

"Oh yeah? Then do it, I dare you."

He wasn't supposed to do it, but he did it anyway. Gojo pinned the woman against the wall with his knee in between her legs. He had his fingers sketching up her thighs, it crept a little closer to the hem of her skin tight dress but not enough to physically touch it. This wasn't part of the script, but to the eyes of the film crew who stood behind the cameras, his improvisation certainly intensified the scene. It was impressing to watch. But it wasn't impressing the woman.

Still, being the skilled actress she was, Prima Donna went along with his game. Her hands carved his sharp jawline as her tongue slithered its way inside his open mouth. Prima Donna pulled him closer then rubbed her womanhood against his thigh as she positioned herself in a way that was angled perfectly to the cameras. Their sexual tension and lust was unmistakably clear when the cameras captured their skin to skin touches and their soft hushed gasps. Because the way the couple moved in sync was a sight to see.

". . . Cut! This was done much better. We'll move to the next scene after a 15 minute break."

Prima Donna flickered her eyes to see the film director—but when she felt Gojo's tongue that had suddenly found its way back inside her mouth, it was rather too distracting. She could see those blue marble orbs piercing into her wavering gaze, and the sudden flame that had engulfed his pupils could not seem to go unnoticed. Prima Donna looked away from Gojo, then, ever so slowly did her eyes dare to greet Sukuna. There was an unreadable expression on his face. That stupid face that Prima Donna could never seem to decipher. The actress pulled away from her fiancé as she watched the way Gojo licked his lips cunningly.

"Take this as my reward for saving
your ass", Gojo winked.