"A Web of Deception"

Shizuo Heiwajima grumbled angrily after Izaya Orihara left, slamming his fist against the doorframe in frustration. He looked up at the roof of his rundown apartment and groaned, noticing that it was leaking again. "Damn it, stupid apartment," Shizuo thought angrily, his anger boiling over. In a fit of rage, he punched a hole in the wall, making a loud thud. "Damn it," he growled, his anger and frustration not dissipating. As he stood there, fuming, Shizuo's thoughts drifted back to Izaya's proposal. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to get his hands on that money. He had had enough of living in poverty, dodging the Dollars and the Narita gang. Izaya's offer was too enticing to resist. Shizuo decided then and there that he would meet Izaya tonight. He arrived at the Shinjuku hotel, his massive frame towering over the other guests. He spotted Izaya sitting in the lobby, sipping a cup of coffee, and strode over to him. Izaya looked up, a smile spreading across his face as he took in Shizuo's angry expression. "Ah, Shizu-chan, I see you decided to reconsider," Izaya said, his voice dripping with amusement. Shizuo glared at Izaya, his face twisted in anger. "Okay, stupid dumb ass flea, I will be your wife for a week," he growled, his deep voice causing the people around them to stare. Izaya chuckled, unfazed by Shizuo's hostility. "Excellent choice, Shizu-chan. I'm glad you decided to see things my way." Shizuo's gaze drifted down to Izaya's pants, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of Izaya's bulge. His face paled, and he thought to himself, "Damn, his dick looks big." Shizuo's expression turned even grimmer, and he growled angrily, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Flea, during this fake marriage, do we have to have sex?" Shizuo asked, balling up his fist like he was getting ready to punch Izaya. Izaya's smile grew wider, and he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Well, Shizu-chan, as my wife, it's only natural that we would share a bed. But don't worry, I promise to be gentle." Shizuo's face turned bright red with anger and embarrassment. "Shut up, flea! I'm not doing anything like that with you. I'm only in this for the money." Izaya chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Shizu-chan, you're so cute when you're angry. But don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of you. After all, you're my wife now." Shizuo's anger boiled over, and he took a step closer to Izaya, his massive frame looming over him. "You're going to regret making this deal with me, flea. I'll make sure you know that I'm not someone to be trifled with." Izaya just laughed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm shaking in my boots, Shizu-chan. But for now, let's focus on getting married. We have a week of pretending to be a happy couple ahead of us." Shizuo's face twisted in anger, but he knew he was in this now. He would have to play along with Izaya's game, at least for a week. But he was determined to make Izaya regret underestimating him. The game was on, and Shizuo was ready to play.