The scent of polished mahogany and old money clung to the air in Net's study, a heavy perfume that spoke of power. Rain lashed against the panoramic windows, each droplet a tiny hammer blow against the thick glass, mirroring the relentless throb in JJ's head. He stood, shoulders slumped, before Net's immense, dark wood desk, a small, insignificant shadow in the cavernous room. Net, a man carved from granite and ambition, leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, predatory smile stretching his lips. "So, you're finally here," Net's voice, a low rumble, cut through the storm's din. "Took you long enough." (This might also be a short story)

Dark Romance Pairing: Net Siraphop x JJ Radcapun They've tried to kill each other more times than they can count. JJ Radcapun and Net Siraphop-rival leaders, sworn enemies, walking scars. Bullets, blood, betrayal-it was all just foreplay. Until one sabotage goes too far. JJ storms Net's mansion, furious and bleeding, only to be met with a smirk and one chilling command: "If anyone hurts him, I'll kill you myself." Hate twists into obsession. Obsession into something worse. Now, forced to fight a bigger enemy, they'll have to work side by side-gritting their teeth, gripping their guns, and trying not to fall for the one person they were born to destroy. Because in this game of death, the real danger isn't dying-it's wanting to live... for him. Short Deep Story Finished

A medianoche, después de terminar su turno, Bear corrió al aeropuerto con una mochila vieja y desgastada: dos mudas, dos pares de calzoncillos, portátil, documentos. El pelo y la barba alborotados. Si no fuera por su billete y su identificación de la empresa, inmigración podría haberlo rechazado. Se duchó en el lounge, salió justo cuando llamaban al embarque, y se detuvo delante del hombre pequeño y con gafas que esperaba en la fila. -¿De verdad pensabas que ibas a ir solo? -Oye, barbudo... ¿cómo has llegado hasta aquí? -Cho le dio un golpe en el hombro. -Barbudo un cuerno. -¡¿Qué diablos haces aquí?! -No me llames "P" si vas a insultarme -suspiró Bear-. -Trato. Si no sobrevivimos treinta días, lo dividimos todo al volver. Casa, coche, gato. Cada uno por su lado. Bear levantó el dedo corazón para sellar el trato. Cho parpadeó, luego enganchó su propio dedo corazón al de Bear. -Vale. Trato. -Sí. Se miraron fijamente. Si esto era el final, sería un desastre. Si no, lo sabrían en treinta días.

COMPLETED!!! Earth x JJ a little twist of Zomvivor!!! the storyline is sort of AU and OOC warning!!! smut and light gore I'm seeing this ship request everywhere soooo i tried my best to bring it to life. Hope y'all like it!