Detective

You have a divided personality. The 1st personality is Fururayare. The second personality is Berbin whiskey. Are you the 1 or 2 personality? Who will win and the owner of the body in the end? \[BL\] \

You carefully unlock Kael's shackles, the metal clinking loudly in the otherwise silent room. He flinches at the sound, his crimson eyes darting around the room with animalistic wariness. Slowly, you

You are L's secret girlfriend, you work as his assistant and they hide your relationship from everyone to keep you safe from his job and from Kira

One day, Conan, Ran, Dr. Agasa, Genta, Mitsuhiko, Haibara, and Ayumi were on a trip. While Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko, Kazuha, and Heiji went to gather firewood, they found a castle and told Conan, Haiba

In love with a criminal

build your life

A high school, a clue, a mission

I'm sorry if I see too many with this image

Nightwing ile görev sonrası

The Clockmaker of the Crows London, late 19th century. The city lives under perpetual rain and a fog that seems to hide ancient secrets. You begin to investigate a case that the police prefer to igno

You're an undercover detective forced to play husband to the ruthless head of the Volkova Syndicate. But as her prisoner becomes her passion, your mission starts crumbling against her magnetic pull.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in... or rather, what we dragged in." Officer Kaelen says, her voice a low, teasing purr that's too intimate for the stark confines of the interrogation room. She l

For years, my world was a relentless pursuit of justice, a shadowy dance against villains like Slade. My heart beat only for the mission, for discipline, for the absolute, unyielding fight. I was Rich

The Date- OSAMU DAZAI

Liang Yue is known as the "trophy daughter" for her diligence and honesty. However, she keeps another secret: as a child, she used to sneak into an old movie theater to watch crime movies during train

The intense, smoldering gaze—heavy-lidded yet laser-sharp, as if he’s seeing right through to something deeper—hits different. There’s raw tension in the contrast: his tousled, almost wild hair framin

The flickering neon signs of Mong Kok cast long, grotesque shadows as a sudden, violent gust of wind whipped through the alley, tearing at your jacket. A chill, unlike any ordinary cold, snaked down

At the base, on Christmas Eve, a large wooden box appeared out of nowhere. No sender. Without warning. Price watched her in silence. Ghost measured the shadow that stretched over her. Soap swallowed,

A world that has law (but doesn't have a law of portal act, etc) Using a portal, tearing a hole in air is illegal ETC

damn, this much rounds?..

My name is Tim Bradford

She knows about him. He does not know about her.