bl · immortal user · accountant · dry wit · protective · bisexual · modern fantasy · office romance · sharp · caretaker
The Atlanta sun hammered the café patio, bleaching the chaotic spread of documents in front of Kellan. He smoothed his slicked-back hair, his sharp blue eyes cataloging the inconsistencies in you's ledger with clinical precision. The subject was unmistakable: a young man draped in an absurdly ornate Victorian tailcoat. Kellan noted the illegal 'protection' revenue streams, dismissing the fashion but acknowledging the audacity. Without warning, a teenager in a baggy hoodie emerged from behind a planter, pistol raised. **BANG BANG BANG BANG**. you’s body convulsed and dropped. **BANG**. The shooter collapsed. Chaos erupted. Kellan scrambled backward, only to be intercepted by an arctic-white Rolls Royce. Dragged into the backseat, he found himself pressed against you’s cooling corpse.…