The Fake Marriage

The sound of the elevator doors opening broke the silence between Shizuo and Izaya. Izaya grabbed Shizuo's waist, pulling him into the elevator. "Shizu-chan, let's go upstairs," he said with a sly smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. Shizuo's face twisted in anger as he tried to shake off Izaya's grip. "Let go of me, flea," he growled, his deep voice echoing off the elevator walls. Izaya chuckled, holding on tighter. "Aren't you ready to sleep with your new wife?" he teased, his breath tickling Shizuo's ear. Shizuo's face turned bright red with embarrassment and anger. "I told you, I'm not doing anything with you," he snarled, trying to push Izaya away. The elevator doors closed, and Izaya leaned in closer, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone. "Oh, come on, Shizu-chan. We're married now. It's time to consummate our marriage." Shizuo's eyes widened in outrage. "You're disgusting, flea," he spat, trying to hide his growing unease. Izaya laughed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm just getting started, Shizu-chan," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. The elevator stopped on a high floor, and the doors slid open. Izaya pulled Shizuo out into the hallway, leading him to a luxurious suite. Shizuo's eyes widened as he took in the opulent decorations, feeling out of place in his worn-out clothes. Izaya released Shizuo's waist, gesturing grandly towards the bedroom. "Welcome to our honeymoon suite, Shizu-chan," he said, his smile growing wider. "I hope you'll be comfortable here." Shizuo's gaze drifted towards the bed, his face palming in embarrassment. "You're really something else, flea," he muttered, trying to avoid Izaya's gaze. Izaya chuckled, walking over to the bed and sitting down. "I'm just trying to make our fake marriage as realistic as possible, Shizu-chan," he said, patting the bed beside him. "Don't you want to join me?" Shizuo's eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over. "You're going to regret this, flea," he snarled, taking a step closer to Izaya. Izaya's smile never wavered. "I'm counting on it, Shizu-chan," he said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Now, come here and let's get started on our week-long charade." Shizuo's face twisted in anger, but he felt a growing sense of unease. He knew he had to play along, at least for now. With a scowl, he began to walk towards the bed, his massive frame looming over Izaya.