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Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)

[CRIME/OMEGAVERSE] Was it possible for the devil to get his own happy ending? A major accident seven years ago had stolen He Juan’s memory away from him, wiping it so clean that the only things he were left with were only his name, numerous scars all over his body and a nasty side effect as a result of the aftermath. Seven years passed by and when He Juan thought he could live like a normal person again, a fateful day led him to be the prime suspect of the murder case of his neighbor who had written his name as her dying message — whom, in his defense, he had not even talked to! It was then that he met Mu Yuze, the lone wolf of the Violent Crime Investigation Unit; the cold, intimidating man with beautiful and intense midnight blue eyes who seemed to hate him at first sight for some reason He Juan couldn’t comprehend. One after another, bizarre cases intruded on He Juan's normal life and turned it upside down, bringing light to a dusty past he thought he could never remember again. In the end, he had to learn that even if he had forgotten who he once was… there were still some sins he had to atone. *** Gentle, klutzy and smiling Alpha whom nobody dares to offend for some mysterious reason x cold, possessive and cinnamon roll Omega (maybe a little yandere here and there) Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, case-solving, organized crime, thriller, gore, slice of life, tragedy, detectives, disabled characters, murders, teamwork, investigation, yaoi, mature, past plays a big part, 1 vs 1, love interest falls in love first Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

delanasiwarka · LGBT+
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Why Am I Still Alive?

Cw: trigger warning is a major spoiler. Just… proceed with caution :)

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Beep… beep…

He Juan felt like he was suspended in nothingness. His consciousness was fragmented and he had become a mere specter in the void, simply existing without purpose. Time had no meaning in this state. Sometimes, faint voices would travel through the darkness and reach his ears, though he couldn't tell for certain whether they were real or just a product of his imagination.

Had he died? 

Or was this how the afterlife really was? A boundless expanse of void where nothing really mattered?

Beep… beep…

Within the darkness, many faces would flash before him like fleeting afterimages, too quick for him to grasp onto. Some bore smiles, some filled with laughter, while most glared at him with great hatred, resentment and sorrow. It was then that he realized— ah, this was the weight of sins he had to bear.