As someone in the Armed Detective Agency, you would think that Y/n L/n would at least be a little bit productive during the day. Well, you're wrong. However, he always seems to be wide awake during the night, earning himself the nickname "Lazy Worka...
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(⚠︎) "my dear..."
◇─◇──◇───◇──◇─◇ A/N: gender fluid MC ? ;eyes;
Y/n didn't think that Fitzgerald was fond of him. In fact, he thought he was being pampered purely for the fact that he had a price on his head. Like a pig being fattened for dinner, Y/n felt like he was being charmed to let his guard down. Thus, his surprise when he was called to Fitzgerald's office.
Y/n stands before the man with blond hair. Respectful but not respecting. Y/n watches the man carefully, alert, almost as if one sudden move and Fitzgerald would slice a knife in him and eat that part of him. Despite being the one eating, Fitzgerald is the greedy pig in Y/n's eyes. However, just like the seasoning, Y/n made himself appear friendly.
"Fitzgerald...?" Y/n calls out to the man. "You called?"
"Y/n," Fitzgerald says with a smile. "Come. I'm glad you decided to stay."
Y/n carefully strides his way closer to Fitzgerald. Careful eyes, a graceful figure, a daring look on his face.
"I'm sure you're wondering as to why you're here. But, if you don't mind, I have a few questions to ask you."
Y/n shrugs as he sits on Fitzgerald's desk. "I do mind, but sure, go ahead."
Fitzgerald chuckles. "Well, I've been doing my research on you and your species... You have a lot of to live up to. Those adaptations and evolution is beyond humans."
Y/n narrow his eyes. "My adaptations have nothing to do with me as a person."
"I think I do if I want you to myself."
Y/n's eyes ever so slightly widened.
"I couldn't care less about your bounty," Fitzgerald claims with a fond smile. "I'm after the white tiger, he's much more interesting to catch. I'll turn in the tiger but you? Oh, I couldn't turn you in, my dear..."
Fitzgerald spoke so kind to Y/n. He spoke with honey and warmth as his words melted to the taste. The look on his eyes sees diamond, shining like jewels with a glint that gives Y/n the sense he wants something.
"I never took you for a brothel man," Y/N says as he couldn't help but smirk lightly.
Fitzgerald shook his head. "I believe you misunderstood me. I am not here for simple sex. I'm here for you because I find you intriguing. Your attractiveness is only an extra bonus, in my opinion."
Y/n raised a brow. "You're genuinely interested...?"
"I would consider myself a family man. Nothing makes me more happy than to have a lover and a child that I can spoil."
"I'm surprised a man like you doesn't have a wife back at the states."
Fitzgerald shook his head. "None of the women there were appealing to me. The men were worse." He sighs as he messes with the papers on his desk. "I have a sister back at home that I spoil. She's unwed with a 'child' so I love to spoil her rotten..."
