Somnolence

Love L'amour lived as nothing but a trophy for his family, given no choice but to glimmer like gold for the public eye. Every camera, every headline, every post criticizing his bloodline for their actions; it was suffocating. But nothing was more suffocating than the feeling of his own skin. Love felt like a caged bird without the ability to fly, only wishing to gain his wings and eventually soar off into a life of his own.

And that's exactly what he did. After the tragic, untimely loss of his family, Love couldn't have been happier. Yet a sickening monster still lurked, writhing around in his insides for a chance to escape. Love had escaped one prison, but had become his own at the same time.

Love's new life began with something he never would've expected, something that left him utterly terrified; romance.

Renato was almost too perfect to be true, like a character weaved by daydreams. Only, he was real, full of his own blood and bones just like everyone else. The outside was perfect, despite his seemingly dull personality, but internally he was rotting. Like a flower in the winter, Renato didn't have any true life to him; he was more of a machine than a human.

When their perfectly imperfect relationship began in full bloom, Love became dedicated to finding out what made Renato tick. Even if he didn't feel alive himself, he could still bring life to those he loved.

But a bird could only fly for so long before it dropped dead on the cold hard ground. Because after an investigation for the untimely vanishing of a boy is brought back into question, both Love and everyone he'd grown so close with begin pointing the finger at one another. Each and every one of them had a motive, yet only the culprit knew who was lying. Everyone asked the same question, over and over again until the scales of justice shattered before them - Who killed Miro Mikheeva?