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When Sergeant Marco Bodt is instructed by his Captain to be the Handler of criminal Informant, Jean Kirstein, he knows his work is going to be cut out for him.
Trying to manage and befriend the son of a dangerous Drug Lord is no easy feat- but as the pair begin to work together, and feelings start to evolve, their situation becomes increasingly more dangerous. With a single mistake, everything they worked towards begins to crash down around them.
But little do they know that the real game has only just begun...
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The pain hit like a red-hot needle, sharp and sudden. At first, it was a sting - annoying, like a splinter - but within seconds, it spread, blooming outward in a slow, searing burn.
His fingers gently grazed over a small bump, sending more shocks of pain through the surrounding area. Even under the light touch of his hand, he could feel the swollen skin stretched too tight over the inflamed tissue.
The pain was all consuming, all but taking his breath away. He let out an involuntary groan.
In moments, Jean suddenly appeared in front of him, his hand reaching out to grip his shoulder firmly. Marco could see his lips moving, like maybe he was saying his name, but he couldn’t make anything out other than the sound of his own gasping.
Before he knew it, he was slipping out of Jean’s hands and falling to his knees.
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“Do you have a deathwish?” The phoenix answers him with a question this time, apparently intent on dodging the question about its name. Maybe it’s for the best, Lance’s mama always warned him that he tended to get attached to things once he’d named them. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath.
He isn’t going to get attached this time.
Making sure that he’s still holding the phoenix’s attention, he reaches down and pushes his cloak aside, then lifts his shirt. There, bright red and ugly against his hip, are three long slashes. They aren’t scars, they aren’t healed in the slightest, they’re still red and open wounds. They don’t hurt, not in the physical sense, but Lance can’t help the repulsion he feels whenever he looks at them.
“Not a deathwish, a death sentence.”
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22 May 2022