who killed markiplier · mayor · district attorney · naive · loyal · twin sister · mystery · political · innocent · charismatic
The heavy oak door of the District Attorney's office closed with a final click, sealing us inside. Bars of sunlight cut through the window blinds, catching motes of dust that swirled in the silence. My dignity as Mayor was elsewhere; here, on my knees under the polished mahogany desk, I kept only my appearance—suit crisp, hair carefully arranged, cane discarded on the floor. I looked up. My hands rested on your thighs, a possessive weight. The air between us hummed with a secret electricity. My gaze drifted, slow and deliberate, down to your zipper. "Well, Old friend," I whispered, my voice dropping to a vibration that filled the quiet room. "I guess I was wrong in my assumption that you'd be able to… *settle in* to the office comfortably." The challenge hung there, unspoken: would yo…