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unboundprompts · 4 months

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hello! i’ve got a kind of specific prompt request that i CANNOT get out of my head. kind of like “re-entering society”.

person a and person b were friends/lovers, and person b goes missing for years, and when person b returns they’re just off somehow. something is different but person a doesn’t know what.

-> check out this post too, it might give you more ideas.

Prompts for a Missing Friend Returning Different

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Person A stood frozen. Their heart hammered in their chest. They blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. The figure of Person B didn't disappear no matter how many times they rubbed their eyes.

There was something different about Person B. Something that Person A couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it made A's skin crawl.

"You... you came back." Person A shook their head, as if they were trying to shake away the disbelief that was spreading across their skin like static. "How did you--? How are you here?"

Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Every instinct in Person A's body was screaming-- begging-- for them to run. Instead, they smiled. "Person B," they breathed, "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

Person A couldn't stop themselves from trembling as they stared into Person B's eyes. They had been missing for years. Vanished without a word or a trace. Everyone thought B was dead. Yet, here they were. Standing in A's front yard. Totally unscathed.

"You're different," Person A said, voice as even as they could manage. Person B's head tilted to the side, as if they were a dog not understanding the words of their owner. "What makes you say that?"

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Murder Mystery/Thriller Prompts

Mystery Plot Prompts

Thriller/Mystery Prompts

Murder Mystery Prompts

Murder Mystery Prompts: High School edition

Murder Mystery Prompts (by: ricky-the-storyteller)

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writing-ideas-inc · 11 months

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A goes on vacation for a month and promises to bring B back a souvenir when they return. When the month is over, A doesn't come home, but their souvenir is delivered to B's house with a stack of unmailed postcards addressed from A to B. B quickly realize that something happened to A and must use the cryptic clues in the postcards and the strange souvenir to piece together A's time on vacation and figure out the mystery behind A's disappearance.

-Mod Minita

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lemonluvgirl · 5 months

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The Mockingjay Cries at Midnight

So, here I am again with another weird Everlark Christmas-themed story. This time I decided to go way-waaay out of the box and try a Christmas/mystery/thriller. Yeah. I know. Should be fun lol. Very festive. Hope you like the first 2 chapters.

Chapter One: The Journalist and Slippery Slope

The winding roads were icy and seemingly endless. Not another car was in sight on the lonely stretch of highway he was traveling. His legs had lost feeling from continuous driving, and his fingers were starting to feel a bit numb too, but not from lack of movement. It was the seeping cold that seemed to pervade everything, despite the heater being turned up to full blast in his old Jeep Cherokee. Bing Crosby’s velvety voice was “Pa-rum, Pum, Pum, Pum,”ing along on the radio, and Peeta Mellark was humming along off-key in a desperate effort to stay awake.

He had been driving for too long, he knew that, but he was very near reaching his destination. He was used to going to uncomfortable lengths to get the story he was after. He had done this before many times. Wisconsin for instance, he drove 9 hours in the rain to make it to Steven’s Point, and it had been hell on his back but he got there, and he got his story. They had to run second and third prints to keep up with the demand. And in Villa Ridge Missouri, he had to stake out an abandoned stretch of road for two days, but he got the story on that one too.

This one would be just like all the rest. A little discomfort, a little lost sleep, but ultimately worth it in the long run once he printed a full expose about the mysterious murders that rocked a little no-name town fifty years ago.

“I am a poor boy too…” His voice warbled tiredly as his eyes searched for the mile marker that would tell him where to turn, but there was a steady sleet building outside and it was getting harder and harder to see in the worsening weather.

He was looking for number 113 and going by the map he was forced to use after he lost GPS service, it was bound to be around here somewhere.

“I have no gift to bring, Pa-rum, Pum, Pum, Pum” He had already passed exit 18 aways back. That meant 113 was coming up any minute now.

“That’s fit to give a—shit!” He caught sight of the reflective marker with the numbers 113 and tried to turn, half a second too late and much too sharp, but the tires couldn’t find purchase on the slick road on such short notice.

The car started to hydroplane.

“Fuck, FUCK!” Thinking quickly, he did what all the experts said was best, which was to turn into the spin.

But he was going too fast. The row of snow covered trees that lined the highway like silent guardians blurred and drew closer in his vision.

Suddenly he couldn’t remember what was so important that he drove out to the middle of nowhere a few days before Chrsitmas to find. Surely it wasn’t this. A quick and violent end on an icy road with no one who even knew where he was this time of night.

Only his editor knew where he was headed and she probably wouldn’t report him missing for days.

All of these thoughts flew into his mind and flew out just as quickly, as fast as the old jeep spun out of control and headed for the treeline.

The last thing he saw was what looked like a woman.

A woman in a faded ruffle dress, with long dark hair, standing on the side of the road. Almost close enough to touch. Time seemed to slow-and stop altogether as she held his gaze. She had a sad, forlorn look in her large brown eyes, that were almost pleading with him. It looked like she was trying to say something, but he couldn’t make it out. It seemed important if the desperate look she was giving him was anything to go by, and he thought that look would be impressed upon him forever should he live past this terrible night.

Then the car made another revolution, and she was taken out of his sight.

Quicker than a blink everything was back to the breakneck speed of reality as the car careened completely out of control. Then there was the sound of breaking glass, the impact of wood on metal, and the sharp flash of pain that radiated through every inch of him.

And then all was darkness.

Chapter 2: The Angel with the Permanant Frown

The beep-beep-beep-beeeep of her minitor almost caused her to knock over her peppermint tea. Almost, but Katniss Everdeen caught the tipping cup at the last second and righted it. She unclipped the mini-monitor on her belt loop, nicknamed ‘minitor’ for short by all the local EMT’s and held it up as the device beeped its special four note tone again. It was the tone reserved for immediately life-threatening situations and it meant she didn’t have a minute to lose.

She grabbed her truck keys off the top of her desk, tossed on her coat, didn’t bother with her hat or gloves, and threw open the door to the office of the local quick-mart.

“Sae! I got a call!” She hollered as she rushed past the woman ringing up customers at the counter.

“This time of night?” The grey haired older woman asked in surprise as Katniss flew by.

“Rules are whoever gets the call has to head to the garage! Call Darius to cover my shift if you need extra security! Or Rory if need someone to help close up!” She shouted over her shoulder as she ran out, the chime of the bell ringing loudly behind her as the door snicked shut.

Panem county was one of the smallest counties in the continental United States. The small townships of the Seam, Hob, and Panem Town proper, or just Town, as the locals called it barely drumed up a population of 4,000 residents combined. The only EMTs the county could afford to keep were volunteer ones, and they didn’t have regular shifts or wait at the station like their big-city counter parts. When someone called 911, dispatch paged everyone within a certain radius of the emergency. Special pre-recorded tones caused their minitors to beep loudly, alerting them to the emergency.

They had different tones for ‘urgent response’, ‘potentially life-threatening’, and ‘immediately life-threatening’ situations. The call she received was the former. Luckily everyone at dispatch knew where to find her on a Tuesday night.

She usually picked up a couple shifts a week working security down at old Sae’s quick-mart. The nights were long and tedious and she spent the majority of them watching the security cameras in the office on the look out for shop-lifters or teens trying to buy beer with fake IDs. Nothing serious, at least, nothing she couldn’t handle with a stern look and few sharp words.

But this—this was a not not nothing. She hadn’t had a call this serious…maybe ever.

Working at Sae’s put her within a mile of the garage so that meant she was going to be one of the first responders to make it there. She needed one other person with her before they could leave, as per the rules. More licsenced EMTs could show up and could ride along but they would have to get there before the ambulance took off.

Her train of thought refocused as she pulled up to the old garage that housed the only ambulance and two working fire trucks that serviced the entire county. She pulled into the closest spot and hopped out down from her truck, ice crunching beneath her boots as she hurried into the garage.

She was indeed the first one to arrive and she busied herself with pulling on her EMT uniform, getting the ambulance ready to go, making sure the tires were inflated, and chained properly for ice and snow, and turning on the engine and checking that the tank was full-which it was, thankfully.

Just as she had finished taking a quick inventory of the medical supplies in the backseat she heard a voice call out from the entrance.

“Always first to answer the call huh, Catnip?” The voice of her oldest and best friend, Gale Hawthorne rang out clearly amidst the rumble of the ambulance’s engine. Of course he would be the second one to the garage.

“Early bird, and all that yada yada,” She replied as she shut the back doors and strode out to the front. Gale was already shrugging off his old coat and pulling on his EMT coveralls.

“Hurry up will ya? Any longer and the stragglers will start to show and then we’ll have to let them ride with.” She shouted as she tossed the keyes to the bus over to him before she pulled open the passenger side and slid in. She didn’t really dislike the other EMTs but her and Gale had been friends and partners for years. They had a system and they knew each other like the backs of their own hands. She preferred working with him if she couldn’t work alone, and adding other EMTs just complicated things.

Gale caught the keyes smoothly, like she knew he would, and he sent her cocky grin before he followed suit and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Didn’t think you’d be up for letting me drive.” He commented as he strapped in and adjusted the mirror to fit his above average height.

“I wanna be first out when we get on the scene.” She said quickly as she pulled on her seatbelt and then turned on the ambulance radio. It was programmed to tune into the local police frequency and there was already some chatter going on about an accident out on the highway.

“‘Course you do.” Gale said with a shake of his head. She ignored him in favor of listening to the information the dispatcher was relaying.

Katniss’ grey eyes narrowed as she heard more details come through.

Jeep Grand Cherokee 1998 crashed out on the highway—around mile marker 113—One driver spotted inside the vehicle—unconscious

“Hurry your ass up!” She hissed at her partner when she heard the last descriptor. Gale shot her a look, but she didn’t even glance at him. She was staring ahead at the road that waited outside the garage as if she could will herself onto it faster. Without further prodding Gale flipped the lights and the ambulance siren on with a flick of his fingers and then they were off, practically peeling out of the garage in the next second. Under different circumstances she might have chewed him out for reckless driving but the roads were practically abandoned tonight and they needed to get on the scene fast.

Besides, she couldn’t shake the antsy feeling she had since she’d gotten the call. There was something inside of her that was telling her that she just needed to get there as soon as possible.

The drive out to the highway usually took fifteen minutes. Gale got them there in nine.

The ambulance finally came to a stop just a few yards past the mile 113 marker.

Up ahead she could make out the mangled up shape of a jeep that had gone head to head with an old spruce and lost. Unfortunately they weren’t in an ideal position to get the injured party inside the ambulance unless Gale repositioned the vehicle.

“Hey you said you wanted to be first on the scene.” Gale replied with a shrug as he moved to undo his seatbelt. Katniss shook her head at him.

“Stay put and back this thing up properly. Doors first!” She bit out tersely as she undid her belt and cracked open her door. She hopped down and shut the door closed on Gale’s complaints, ignoring him completely as she pulled her EMT pack higher on her shoulder and started to march forward.

Sleet was still coming down heavily, and the road was slippery under her boots but her feet pulled her forward as quickly and surely as a lodestone is drawn to a magnet.

Before she knew it she was right outside the driver side door, looking in on the man who had been behind the wheel. His face was turned toward her and she could distinguish his featured clearly.

He was young, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties, he had ashy blond hair that fell in waves over his forehead. She could tell one other thing about him immediately by just looking—he was damn lucky.

The airbag in his car had properly deployed, from her vantage point she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was knocked unconscious, but not dead. The airbag and the seatbelt he was wearing had most likely saved his life, even though he drove an older model jeep and that sometimes meant that air bags didn’t always work like they should. The only visible injury she could see on him was a gash on his forehead.

She needed to get him out of the car though, so she could assess the rest of him, check his torso and legs, but he looked kind big. Not as tall as Gale, but broad and stocky, with wide shoulders that were going to be a bitch to manover out of the mashed up wreck of his car if she guessed correctly.

She tried tapping on his window to get his attention. It would be easier to move him if he was conscious, also he could unlock the doors instead of them having to shatter the window or the windshield and pull him out. But the man in the car didn’t stir. She tapped louder, as she noticed the car’s radio was amazingly still going and it was still playing music.

Very familiar music.

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone

Snow had fallen

Snow on snow on snow

In the bleak midwinter

Long, long ago

The version playing was a little known and even less played solo sung by a local artist. It brought back the sounds and stories of her childhood. It brought back the knife edge of pain and loss. That beautiful, effortless voice that sailed over the notes and floated down to mesh with the music was a sound so steeped in memory that for a moment she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, she was so caught off guard.

Then there was a pop and a whoosh, the sound of the air bag deflating, and with it the radio sputtered out and died. The disturbance finally seemed to arouse the unconscious driver.

The bluest eyes she’d ever seen blinked open and locked on her. She stood there staring right back at him, caught up in the bizareness of the situation.

Then her training kicked in.

She knocked on the window again and said in her most stern but calm voice, “Sir, you’ve been in an car accident. I need you to unlock your door and roll down the window so I can help you.”

The man stared at her, in confusion for a second, but then his left hand reached out to do as she had asked. The first thing he said to her when the window came down was not what she was expecting.

“Am I dead? Are you an angel? Do all angels frown like that?”

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writing-to-survive · 9 months

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#56

"I want to talk to [Character A]."

"You are talking to her, [Character B]. I am her."

"No. You are not her. Right now, I'm talking to a disease. I want to speak with [Character A]."

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duitb · 13 days

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Here's how the story starts:

This was just like any other story- 3 carefree reckless friends with their bikes. One is the innocent looking devil, one starts whining at the slightest discomfort, and the one with anger issue. The girls will come later, just like they do. Right now, the 3 just have their mentor. And this mentor is the one who changed everything.

Continue the story please.

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enchantingepics · 1 month

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Story Prompt 105

As the figure approached, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You know, it's funny how everyone expects the hero to win every time."

The heroes, caught off guard by his nonchalant demeanor, exchanged uncertain glances before one of them retorted, "Well, that's how it goes. Heroes always prevail. It's the way of the story."

He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Seems like a narrow view of things, don't you think?"

Their confidence waning, the heroes tried to muster their courage. "You won't win this time. We'll make sure of it," they declared, their voices tinged with desperation.

With a shrug, he replied, "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

In a sudden flurry of action, he overpowered them with ease, leaving the heroes stunned and defeated. As they lay defeated at his feet, he sighed softly.

"You never stood a chance," he mused, shaking his head at their misguided certainty.

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galaxy-of-writing-prompts · 11 months

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Walking home late at night after overtime, you begin to suspect that someone is following you. When you look over your shoulder to look, you see someone very familiar behind you- yourself.

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unboundprompts · 7 months

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Hello! I'd like to request how to describe a stalking scene from the perspective of the person being stalked. Thank you so much for your time and all your help 🩷🩷🩷

Writing Prompts about Being Stalked

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She could feel eyes watching her, but none of the people on the busy street seemed to be looking her way.

As he walked, he could hear a second pair of footsteps behind him. They echoed his steps in near-perfect unison, but as he quickly came to a halt, he couldn't miss the extra step that followed.

Their blood froze, their heartbeat pounding so loudly in their ears that they thought they were going to go deaf. Ever-so-slowly, they turned around.

She didn't dare turn around, not wanting whoever was following her to know that she was aware of their presence. She carefully reached into her purse and brought her cellphone to her ear. "[Name]? Hey, I'm on your side of town and was wondering if you'd like to get lunch with me? Yeah, that sounds great. I'll come to your place."

He whipped around, lightning fast. The man following behind him hesitated for a moment, before swiftly crossing the street. "Hey!" He yelled, already chasing after the man. "Get back here!"

They were too scared to go home. They couldn't risk leading the stalker right to their front door. Where could they go that's safe?

She just had to stay in a public place, that's all. As long as she wasn't alone with whoever was following her, she would be alright. Maybe she could even call [Name] to come pick her up?

He couldn't help but to feel as if he were being followed, but he didn't want to make any rash decisions. Maybe they were just going in the same direction? He'll make four right turns, and if that person is still behind him, then he's definitely in trouble.

With their heart in their throat, they turned around. There was a man, dressed in casual streetwear and sunglasses. They didn't think they recognized him, but they weren't certain. Their hand gripped the pepper spray in their bag as they called out to him, "Who are you?" They swallowed, trying not to sound so afraid. "Why are you following me?"

She heard the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter echo down the quiet street. She turned around, unable to find the source of the noise.

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a-halo-for-you · 11 months

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Let's Play A Game

A game called Murder.

ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ

For those of you who cannot access Spotify here is the list:

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Dead of night - Ruelle

Hotel California - Eagles

My strange addiction - Billie Eilish

In The Shadows - Amy Stroup

The Night - Choi Baekho

The Woods - Diamond Thug

Russian Roulette - Rihanna

Secrets and Lies - Ruelle

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Kate Bush

The Other Side - Ruelle

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miasparadigm · 2 years

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An Attempt

Tw: blood, tw: knives, tw: chasing, tw: mental breakdown, tw: non human creatures

I used first person here so it can be left upto interpretation on whether the main character here is an OC, or the reader themselves.

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked into the barely lit corridor; my figure blocked the light coming from the small window far behind me, only leaving a few streaks to illuminate the place that will soon be the abode of my demise.

Thud.

THUD.

The deafening sound of footsteps was akin to a hammer pounding against my head. The resounding sound burdening my headache and disorientating me. I darted through the corridor once again. Something I realized humored my chaser as high-pitched laughs rang all around me, getting louder with each passing second, as if they had heard a never-ending joke. My eyes burnt with unshed tears as I realized that they were right. This is exactly what it was.

A saddening, humorous joke of an attempt to survive.

The corridors were lined with old mahogany doors, their barely illuminated color haunting me, reminding me of my fate. My heart clenched in anguish as I remembered the times I had pathetically banged on these doors until my hands bled but to no avail. The doors were just a way to mock us. Give us all a fleeting sense of forlorn hope, only to snatch it away from us in order to achieve some sort of twisted form of glee.

All of this, just to get a little taste of their sick fun. A high they can't seem to get enough of but one that ends as quickly as it starts. It was far too addictive for these creatures to just stop. Far too addictive that they can't even think of anything else anymore.

My legs were numb from running for the past few hours. The blisters on my feet, a reminder, that far worse things would happen to me if I were to get caught before the time ends. So I persevered, carrying myself through the pain. Running away from the only source of light. Away from anything or anyone that could have saved me. Away from that monster. But most of all...

Away from my one escape from this hell hole.

I choked on a sob as I realized the sound of his footsteps had come to a stop and what the action meant.

He was scheming something.

A few moments passed in silence, save for the sound of my footsteps against the tiled floor.

A low whistling sound penetrated the air, followed by a few words that caused enough trepidation for me to almost trip.

"Oh, where could you be?"

His voice caused dread to weigh down my limbs, making it feel like I was moving through quicksand.

I ignored him and kept running, but I waited.

Waited for a sign from him. Some sign of what he was doing. Of what he was planning.

Alas, he made no sound. No word of his that was always shrill yet deep, like he had almost gotten how to speak right. Almost Human, but not quite there.

The creatures always had something a bit off. Their voice was always a bit too high. Their smiles always a bit too wide. Their movements always a bit too forced. Their eyes were the worst. They bore into you too intensely for something that looked so lifeless.

I had thought that he was different but these grim reminders should have made me stay away.

Silence continued.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around, peering into the dark, unwelcoming corridor. Waiting. Searching desperately for any signs of movement or any indication of his next move.

I cursed myself mentally for being this weak. I should think of a way to outsmart him as I had done before, but the morbid anticipation and exhaustion caused my mind to run all of its gears at once. My headache had turned into a full-blown migraine now.

I strained my ears for any sound, ignoring the ringing that had become a permanent part of my hearing. An outcome of the continued relentless screaming and crying that had happened almost every day. Caused by the creatures as they took our lives, one by one. The lives of innocent students who bore through this hell with me. Today it seemed, however, that I would be the one wailed upon.

After a few minutes of waiting, I started inching backward, keeping my eyes glued to the darkness, scrutinizing it; preventing myself from being caught off guard. I dug my nails into my palms to keep myself from crying from the heavy despair caused by this torture and giving him the show he wanted. I could already hear him cackling at me, maybe it was me finally going mad.

It would be a pleasant surprise if I hadn't already.

Something glistened in the darkness and my eyes widened in horror when I realized what was happening. But it was too late.

"AHH"

I let out a scream as searing pain spread through my leg. I looked down to see a knife embedded into it, blood gushing out and pooling all around my foot. My sense of fight and flight overwhelmed the pain and I tried to move but it caused the knife to further dig into my leg. Before I could even bend down to pull it out, I heard fast footsteps approaching.

He was running towards me.

I didn't even have a chance to register what was happening and take off before the outline of his figure, shrouded in darkness, came into view. The only thing visible were his glowing green eyes, filled with blood lust. Within a flash his hands were at my throat, choking me. I clawed at the while I struggled to breathe. He leered at me, amused by my struggle. His eyes flitted all over my face, savoring my reaction.

He suddenly grinned maniacally at me, leaning in closer. His hot breath fanned my ear and I cried out as he spoke.

"You've lost."

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writersbeware · 9 months

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Startling Sounds

Picture yourself sitting before the television, engrossed in your favorite show. A loud boom shakes your house, rattling the windows and causing your heart to seem to skip a beat. You consider investigating, but when no sirens sound, no knock comes to your door, you shrug it off. Now imagine that the sound, that boom, caused things to fall off shelves, your floor to rock…

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Show Me Your Claws by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 32.4K, complete

Tags: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Alternate Universe, Shapeshifters, Hybrids, Near Future, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Serial Killers, Original Character(s), Blood and Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Detectives, Sex Work, Speciesism, Lust at First Sight, Explicit Sexual Content, Imprinting, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Beast Mode Sex, Bondage, Explicit Consent, Safeword Use, Abuse of Authority

A killer is hunting the sex workers of New Seoul. Detective Kim Seokjin needs someone on the inside to help. Falling in love with that someone was never part of the plan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43412568

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