"A Life of Domesticity"

Vanitas's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed out at the cityscape before them, the lights of the restaurant and the surrounding buildings twinkling like stars. The maître d' had just taken their order, and Vanitas was practically bouncing with anticipation. "You will love my world, Shizuo," Vanitas said happily, his voice dripping with condescension. "You wouldn't have to worry about anything, all you have to do is cook and clean." Shizuo growled angrily, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I don't know how to cook or clean," he muttered, his voice low and rough. Vanitas smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That's okay, you don't have to cook or clean," he said, his voice dripping with superiority. "I have maids and chefs for that. But you have one job, and I hope you can at least please me in bed." Shizuo's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. Vanitas smirked, his eyes locked on Shizuo's face as he slid his hands onto Shizuo's thighs, his touch sending a shiver down Shizuo's spine. "You heard me, Shizuo," he said, his voice low and husky. "Like I said, you will be my perfect wife." Shizuo looked down, his eyes fixed on the table as he felt a wave of misery wash over him. He couldn't believe what Vanitas was saying, couldn't believe that he was actually serious about this. He thought back to Izaya, to the way he had treated him like a equal, like a friend. And now, Vanitas was offering him a life of domesticity, of being treated like a possession. Shizuo's anger flared, his eyes burning with resentment. He was worse than Izaya, he thought angrily. At least Izaya had treated him like a person, like a friend. Without a word, Shizuo began to eat, his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him as he mechanically shoveled food into his mouth. Vanitas watched him, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad we're going to get along so well, Shizuo," Vanitas said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I think we're going to make a perfect couple." Shizuo didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge Vanitas's words. He just kept eating, his eyes fixed on the plate as he tried to block out the reality of his situation. But it was hard to ignore the feeling of unease that was growing inside him, the feeling that he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.