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2025-01-26 06:30:24Arthur knocked on the door to Masahiro’s room, shifting his weight as he waited. He glanced at his watch. `Maybe I should’ve waited till breakfast… But Masahiro didn’t seem like the type to oversleep. ´ Arthur figured he’d be up and ready to tackle the day, as always.
Inside, Masahiro stirred awake, frowning at the sound of the knock. "Who is it at this hour?" he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Beside him, Matthew groaned softly, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
"Go back to sleep," Masahiro murmured to him. He slipped into his sleeping pants, running a hand through his messy hair as he walked to the door.
When the door opened, Arthur greeted him with his usual boyish smile. "Morning, boss! I, uh, just wanted to let you know—might be late for checkout if we don’t get moving. Didn’t want you caught off guard."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the floor, and his jaw nearly dropped. Clo
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Matthew was lounging on the couch, his legs stretched out, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. The peaceful moment was interrupted by the familiar ring of his phone. Seeing Masahiro's name on the screen, Matthew smiled faintly and picked up."Hey," Masahiro’s voice came through the line, steady but warm."Hey, clingy detective," Matthew teased, his tone light. "We were together just yesterday. What's it now?"Masahiro chuckled. "I’ve been thinking...""Oh? That’s dangerous," Matthew joked. "What’s on your mind?""Next two weeks, Middlesbrough is playing Bristol," Masahiro said. "We should go."Matthew rolled his eyes. "Geez... you know I’m not into football, right?""C'mon. It’s going to be fun," Masahiro coaxed. "Good atmosphere, good food, and maybe I’ll get to see you cheer for once.""I’ll think about it," Matthew said with a mock sigh.Just then, Matthew’
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Cassidy sat behind the desk in his office, the papers sprawled out in front of him. His fingers skimmed over reports, calculating profits, losses, territories... his empire. As capo of nightlife operations, every nightclub, casino, and bar in his realm had to be accounted for. His mind was sharp, calculating. But underneath it all, there was something else gnawing at him... a sense of restlessness. The knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Get in,” he commanded, voice steady but tinged with anticipation. The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, his eyes focused, every movement precise. “Sir,” the man greeted, his tone respectful but sharp. Cassidy looked up, his gaze cold and measured. The man stood in the doorway, his appearance a perfect embodiment of a capo’s enforcer—sleek, sharp, and unyielding. His tailored black suit fit him like a second skin, the fabric crisp a
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Cassidy leaned casually against the doorframe, his sharp suit pristine despite the fire in his eyes. He was eerily calm, the kind of calm that promised chaos beneath the surface. His voice was low and deliberate. “So, it was you?”Masahiro stood in the doorway, his expression didn’t falter as he met Cassidy’s gaze head-on. "You’ll have to be more specific," Masahiro replied, his tone light but cutting. "I’m many things to many people."Cassidy’s lips curled into a predatory grin. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I’m talking about that call. The one where you decided to play coy while answering my boyfriend’s phone.”Masahiro leaned against the doorframe, his smirk widening as though Cassidy’s words were amusing. “Ah, that call. Funny, I thought you’d let it slide. Guess I overestimated you.”Cassidy stepped forward, his movements slow and controlled, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Where is he?” he asked, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “I know he’s here.”
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Masahiro sat on his couch, the TV flickering with muted images as he sipped his coffee. His casual t-shirt and pants did nothing to downplay his commanding aura, his presence filling the room even in stillness. The sharp knock at the door disrupted his peace.Setting his mug down deliberately, Masahiro rose and walked to the door, his movements slow and precise, like a predator assessing its prey. Opening it, he found Cassidy standing there, dressed sharply in his usual tailored suit, a smug smile playing on his lips.“You again,” Masahiro said flatly, his tone devoid of interest but heavy with disdain.Cassidy’s smile widened. “I want to talk. Just the two of us. Man to man.”Masahiro’s eyes flicked over him, sizing him up from his polished shoes to the smirk on his lips. “Man to man, huh? You don’t have a gun on you, do you?”Cassidy’s smirk twisted into something darker as he patted his suit jacket and trousers with theatrical exaggeration. “No weapons this ti
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Masahiro sat on the edge of his bed, his laptop open in front of him, his mind focused on the screen as he scrolled through case files. The quiet hum of the hotel room added to the atmosphere of calm that had settled over him in the few days since he’d arrived in Newcastle.His phone that quiet sat on the bedside table buzzed suddenly, the cheerful ringtone cutting through the quiet. He glanced at the screen and saw Yumi’s name flashing. A small, fond smile tugged at his lips as he picked up the call.“Masahiro! Ohayou!” Yumi’s voice burst through the line, as lively and infectious as ever. “How’s my favorite cousin doing?”He leaned back in his chair, feeling a little lighter already. “I’m fine, Yumi. What’s going on?”“Well,” she began, a hint of excitement in her voice, “I was thinking, maybe we could catch up? How about a coffee? I’m free right now!”
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Cassidy sat at his polished desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface as he sifted through the stack of paperwork in front of him. He had almost forgotten about it… Arthur’s wallet.He opened the drawer slowly, the smooth wood creaking slightly. Inside, neatly tucked away in the corner, lay the familiar brown leather wallet. Cassidy’s lips curled into a smirk.“Guess I should call him,” he muttered to himself, his fingers hovering over the phone on his desk. It only took a moment before he grabbed it and dialed Arthur’s number.The phone rang twice before Arthur picked up, his voice clear but slightly disoriented.“Arthur speaking.”“Hey, Arthur… Cassidy here,” Cassidy greeted, leaning back in his chair, his tone casual, but with a hint of amusement.Arthur’s voice faltered for a second. “Ah… You.”Cassidy chuckled softly. “I got
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Arthur pushed open the doors of El Paradiso, the pulse of music and chatter washing over him. He adjusted his jacket and surveyed the room, eyes landing on Cassidy in a private booth. The man sat back in his seat, casually swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, his presence dominating the space like a magnet drawing attention from every direction. The usual smug smirk was plastered on his face, and it made Arthur’s irritation flare.Arthur squared his shoulders and marched over to the booth, irritation lining his every step. Cassidy looked up as he approached, that lazy smile never leaving his face.“Where’s my wallet? It’s late, and I’ve got an early morning. Unlike you, I have work.”Cassidy leaned back even further, savoring the moment before lifting his hand to pull something from his coat. With a flourish, he set Arthur’s ID card down on the table like a prize.Arthur froze, his gaze fixating on the card. H
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It was a crisp, energetic afternoon, and the stadium buzzed with excitement as the long-awaited match between Bristol and Middlesbrough FC was about to start. Fans filled the stands in a sea of blue and red, the rivalry between the two teams as fierce as ever. Matthew and Masahiro made their way through the crowd, blending in with the excitement but each lost in their thoughts, unaware of the various ties that bound them all to this very place.Matthew, in his casual black t-shirt, bomber jacket, jeans, and sneakers, looked every bit the confident man as he walked beside Masahiro, who was a little more polished in his long-sleeve t-shirt and dark jeans.They approached the snack stall, the aroma of hot dogs and chips filling the air.“I’ll be right back,” Masahiro said, his voice low but firm. “Need to use the restroom before the game starts.”“Alright,” Matthew replied absentmindedly, pulling out his phone as he
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