Random BL One-Shots

Shadowed Truth

Alejandro's breath misted in the damp night air as he stalked through the dimly lit streets of Manila. The neon signs flickered overhead, casting a distorted glow on the alleyways. The city pulsed with life, but beneath the surface lurked something darker—something Alejandro had been chasing for months. He was a private investigator by trade, but the case he'd stumbled upon had drawn him into a web of corruption, lies, and danger far beyond any job he'd handled before.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes scanning the shadowy corners for any sign of movement. There was always someone watching in this city, especially now that he was getting close. Too close.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and Alejandro quickly ducked into a narrow alley, pressing his back to the wall.

"Yeah?" he answered in a low voice.

"Alejandro, it's Kenji," came the voice on the other end. Kenji, a fearless journalist with a penchant for uncovering uncomfortable truths. He was the only person Alejandro could trust, but lately, Alejandro found himself trusting Kenji with more than just the case. He was handsome, quick-witted, and passionate—everything Alejandro had tried to avoid in a partner. They had spent many long nights together, piecing together the puzzle of this conspiracy, though Alejandro would never admit that part of him yearned for something more.

"I have something for you," Kenji continued. "Meet me at the café in an hour. I think I've got the connection we were missing."

Alejandro's pulse quickened. "Is it safe?"

Kenji's hesitation on the line said it all. "Just be careful."

With that, the line went dead, and Alejandro slid the phone back into his pocket. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating him with the weight of everything he'd uncovered. Every step closer to the truth led to more danger, more eyes tracking his every move. He needed to keep a low profile, but at the same time, he couldn't slow down.

At the café, Kenji sat at the corner table, his face partially obscured by the steam from a mug of coffee. His sharp, almond-shaped eyes glinted when Alejandro sat down across from him, a flicker of concern masked by a quick, teasing grin.

"You're late," Kenji said.

Alejandro shot him a look, but there was no malice in it. "Traffic," he said dryly, though they both knew the real reason. The walls of the city were closing in on him.

Kenji slid a thin file across the table. "You're not going to believe this. Miguel is involved."

Alejandro froze. Miguel? He had known Miguel for years—his partner in a previous case, a man who had always been by his side through the thickest storms. The idea that Miguel might be part of this twisted conspiracy shook Alejandro to his core.

"How is this even possible?" Alejandro muttered, flipping open the file. Inside were photographs of Miguel meeting with several well-known crime figures in the city. He had been feeding them information—perhaps for months. His hands clenched the edge of the folder, knuckles white with disbelief.

Kenji's voice softened. "I know it's hard to hear, but we have to follow the evidence. Miguel's been playing both sides."

Alejandro couldn't speak. The betrayal was almost too much to process. Miguel had been like a brother, someone he trusted with his life. Now, it was all unraveling—everything he thought he knew.

"There's more," Kenji said, pulling out another document. "Anya's been tracking communication between Xavier, the former cop, and someone within the police department. Xavier may be helping cover up the murders, but we can't be sure of his motives yet."