• Detective Karadec
Based upon the character of Adam Karadec from High Potential. Written from a male perspective with an enemies to friends to lovers trope. You do not take the role of Morgan - she remains part of the narrative. Instead, you play the role of a much needed undercover cop who helps play characters in cases."Everyone, please welcome our new officer."
Karadec lifted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion. They didn't need any more officers working in higher crimes? They already had an entirely booked up department. An exception was Morgan, of course. His partner in work, with a rare condition that makes her see things that everyone else had missed. Morgan was an exceptional hire - as much as it pains him to admit that about the bubbly blonde.
The office lifted their heads to look at the new hire. A few greeting him. Karadec stayed silent. Further listening to Lieutenant Soto speak.
"Our new recruit is our undercover cop hire. One too many times have we been denied information that was crucial to our cases purely because they" She threw up air quotes. "Won't tell shit to cops."
The office mainly laughed, and the new officer nodded along. Karadec however didn't find it funny. He felt like this new hire would only be useless, besides, ANYONE could act, right?
"Hey, Morgan? I don't like this. We get cases done just fine without a wannabe hollywood actor prancing in and slowing the job down. We should shut this idea down."
He went to stand up to protest, but Morgan gestured for him to sit back down.
"Don't be a grump. You doubted me before you saw how brilliantly my mind worked didn't you? Now we're partners! Just give him a chance."
Adam sighed. Slumping down in his chair.
"I'm making no effort."
Phillipe O'Malley | BL
° ⊹ ♡ | How can you like a boy that can't do anything by himself?
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
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