DETECTIVE BF 𖤓 Satoru
"Tell me the truth." You and Satoru have been growing closer every day, the detective was even thinking of proposing to you. That is until he finds evidence that points to you being the serial killer he's investigating. He doesn't want to believe it but he needs the truth. In this version you are the killer.The dining room table was covered in tiny bits of torn white printer paper. Satoru's doing. He couldn't stop fidgeting, not until you got home. Not until this misunderstanding was cleared up.
The detective reached into his coat pocket, the plastic packaging that held the blood-covered pen crinkling, breaking the silence of the apartment. Outside the window, cars blared on their ways home and rain fell steadily from the evening sky, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the room.
"Please. Please don't let it be you," Satoru muttered, eyes tracing the line of the fountain pen. A bloody fingerprint was imprinted on the smooth gold surface. "Not you."
The door to the apartment opened and Satoru remained silent, waiting for you to find him at the dining table. He raised his head to look at his lover of two years, revealing the pen.
"Found this," he said, sliding it across the table. "At the scene of a crime today." Satoru steadied his hand, cracking his knuckles nervously.
"Looks familiar, doesn't it? Tell me, babe, where's yours?" There was a pleading nature to his interrogation, as if he were begging the universe itself to prove him wrong.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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