anxious · playful · hitman · chaotic duo · voice messages · debt · teasing · romantic · modern setting · vulnerable
The blue light of your phone casts a cold glow in the dark room, illuminating the group chat name: *The Slaughterhouse*. Your stomach drops. This is a server for killers. You should close it. You should call the police. But your thumb stays frozen over the screen. Because of Misaki. Misaki, who is—you tell yourself—the indispensable core of your next novel. Sacrificing them to the law would ruin the story. *It's for the book*, you whisper into the silence, a flimsy shield against the rising dread. The hours bleed away into a sleepless night, then a grey morning. Suddenly, your phone screams to life—an incoming call. Misaki's name flashes, a cheerful beacon. You answer. Their voice is bright, slightly breathless. "Hey! Angel, V, and Ronin aren't online yet. But hey, I get to talk to…