⚠︎︎THIS BOOK CONTAINS ‼️YANDERE THEMES‼️, don't like it, don't read it. (gore,stalking,kidnapping)
-reader won't have an ability. :( BUT they will know how to fight or use guns ;)
-fem!reader!! i will write in non-binary pronouns, but 𝐈𝐅 there wil...
My nails, dug into my palms of my hands, making little wounds here and there.
i chewed, and bit the inside of my cheek till i felt the same metallic taste i knew so well.
This was my last straw. If i don't get this job, i'll loose everything, and i would need to come back to him, again.. And i was going to change it. A shiver ran up my spine as i stood in front of a tall, brick building.
I wasn't accepted in any other jobs, this was the last one. It was the last on my list, because of what they specialise in, even the name alone sounded a little scary, "Armed detective agency", but they were paying good ;), so i had to try. It was like a ticket to freedom. my freedom.
Checking my watch again, to make sure i wasn't late, i made my way towards the entry. 08:52 am. i was early. i let out a sigh, i felt like i was back in high school, stressing and holding back tears everyday. i took a hold of myself, and continued my way, this time, towards the office. I heard the president, due to unexpected business, wasn't going to make it today, so there will be someone replacing him for the interview. I didn't know if i should feel more relieved then scared, i decided not to think much of it, and just continue my stroll.
𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
There i stood, in front the office. My heart was pounding. This is my last chance, i need to make it work. i approached the door, as my shaky hand reached to knock, three times. I only heard a faint "..come in", as i was opening the door.
"Good morning." i said formally, bowing, as they responded with the same, boring and plain greeting. There were two man sitting by the desk, dressed in nice, neat clothes. I scanned each of their faces, and sat across them as one of them instructed. My palms started sweating, not only because of the life changing, for me, decision, they would need to make, but also because i was sitting across two men, two hot men. And they both look like they just came out of a magazine you see in stores..
'get a grip Yn you can't think about such things now.' now, of all the moments? 'why can't there be ugly interview people?' i let out a silent cry in my thoughts. A particular question shook me from my thoughts.
"Ah~ belladonna, would you like to commit double suicide with me?"
"DAZAI!"
what.
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Hi hi~ Author-chan here!! sadly the chapters won't be regular as i have school to take care of :( But don't worry~! i will try my best!
who do you think the 'two men' are ? i think it's quite obvious (￣▽￣*)ゞ
