As Eryx stepped into the house, a series of thoughts struck him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sound of laughter echoing from the dining room. His father greeted him with a warm smile, but Eryx's mind was elsewhere, fixated on the voice he heard – Amy's voice. He felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized she was here, which he hated the most. If his dad didn't call him a fourth time, he wouldn't pick it up and agreed to come home for dinner. It had been only two days, Braylon woke up from the coma and leaving him alone was not convincible for him. To the kind information, Braylon was not actually alone since Adler had returned, and his parents were beside him, and his friends as well. Being overdramatic, Eryx almost made a scene about going to dinner and leaving Braylon behind.And the whole bunch of people had to convince him and kick him out of the hospital. The pile of work had been left behind by the detectives, yet here, Eryx, being stubborn, stayed at his side and
"So, it's like that; I told them that I'm Gay and I'm in a relationship. They disown me," Eryx shrugged his shoulders, Explaining whatever happened at dinner time. Braylon's heart clenched how Eryx was smiling but he knew deep down the latter was feeling miserable. "So you are now homeless," Adler made fun of Eryx; instantly, Eryx's eyebrows made a frown. "Enough of your little silly fights, I'm really done with you guys," Braylon groaned. The others went to buy them something to eat while Arthur was staying there to protect them, simply.The room buzzed as the trio made their entrance, their presence grabbed the attention of everyone within, distracting them from the conversation. Alex couldn't help but puff out his chest a bit, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he produced a handful of snacks from beneath his shirt. Revilla and Franklyn followed the male, their laughter ringing out in the otherwise serious atmosphere.When Revilla sensed the weird gaze of the Eryx and Bray
"Gosh! You aren't a child, Eryx. Stay out of my bed." Braylon pushed the latter away yet Eryx was stubborn to lay beside the male. "It had been so long since we cuddled," Eryx whined, trying to climb up the bed while Braylon blocked him completely."Are you for real? I'm a patient. Treat me like one," Braylon growled low-key when the painkillers wore off; the pain struck his body, making the back hair stand straight. "Baby, are you okay?" Eryx's heart palpitated when Braylon's expression changed to discomfort. He held the latter gently, eyes held a deep concern with a pain. "I'm okay, it's just I got strained. Nothing to worry about," Eryx embraced Braylon softly, planted a deep affectionate peck on his crown, rubbing his shoulder soothingly. Braylon could hear the pounding sound of Eryx's heart, showing how scared he was just now. Braylon involuntarily chuckled, wrapping his hand around Eryx's waist."I make you worry, I'm sorry." He said. "No, I... I don't like seeing you in pain.
The eerie silence echoed through the eroded building as the group of people stood motionless, waiting for someone to speak. Finally, he stepped forward, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. “Our plan was flawless, how did it go wrong?” he demanded, looking around at the others.A woman in the group sighed heavily. “That detective. He showed up right in the middle of our chants,” she spoke; literally, they were in a rage.“How did he find out? We were cautious about it.”No one had an answer. They all knew the Plan had been perfect, meticulously laid out with every detail accounted for. Yet, somehow, Braylon had discovered their location and intervened at the last moment, disrupting everything.In the corner, Stiles stood silent, his eyes burning with a vengeful fire. As the others continued to discuss what had gone wrong, his thoughts were consumed by his growing hatred for Braylon. His brain was accumulating the details of how Braylon and Eryx collapsed everything.Suddenly,
Eryx began his investigation by interviewing the museum staff and reviewing security footage. He asked Franklyn and Revilla to take the footage to see if it had been tampered with. Meanwhile, Alex started to investigate the staff, and Eryx was roaming around to collect any evidence if there was any. The museum was a sprawling old building with high ceilings and large, echoing halls. Eryx methodically checked each exhibit room, glancing at the glass cases and the security setups. The museum director, Thompson, hovered nearby."Do you think it could have been an inside job?" Thompson asked."It's too early to say," Eryx replied, scanning the marble floor for any signs of disturbance. "But we have to consider all possibilities."Alex, meanwhile, was talking to the employees in the break room. Most were shocked that anything had gone missing at all. The security guards seemed especially rattled, one of them, a young woman named Clara, couldn't stop fidgeting with her keychain."It’s just
Eryx sat at his cluttered desk, stacks of papers and old files littering the surface. He was engrossed in the museum staff list, carefully examining each name and its corresponding details. Across the table, Alex was hunched over his laptop, reading aloud from an article about the recent rash of antique thefts."Listen to this, Eryx," Alex said, not looking up from his screen. "Some of these stolen antiques are worth millions on the black market. There's this one Ming vase, for example, that could fetch up to three million dollars. Can you believe that?"Eryx nodded absently, still focused on his task. "Yeah, I can believe it. People will pay anything for a piece of history. Just keep track of the most valuable items. It might help us understand the thief's motive better."Just then, Franklyn burst into the room just always, a folder in his hand. He looked slightly dishevelled as if he had rushed over from somewhere. Eryx and Alex turned to him expectantly."Got the surveillance resul
Just then, the door to his bedroom burst open, and his son Alan came barreling in. The little boy’s face was lit up with excitement, his eyes sparkling with the pure joy only children can muster. Alan leapt onto the bed, landing with a soft thud beside Braylon."Daddy, come play with me!" Alan exclaimed, tugging at his father's arm. "You promised!"Braylon couldn't help but chuckle at his son’s enthusiasm. His worries about Eryx began to fade as he looked at Alan. "Alright, alright," Braylon said, nodding and smiling. He scooped Alan into his arms carefully, lifting him off the bed. "Let's go play."Alan cheered as Braylon carried him out of the bedroom and into the living room. They settled onto the floor, surrounded by Alan's toys. Alan grabbed his favourite toy car and handed another to Braylon."Daddy, let’s race!" Alan declared, already lining up his car on an imaginary track.Braylon smiled and positioned his car next to Alan's. "Ready, set, go!" he shouted, pushing his car forw
Braylon sat on his couch, feeling the effects of the medications. The sleeping pills, painkillers, and antibiotics prescribed by the doctor for his wound healing were doing their job, making him drowsy. He was on the verge of drifting off when his mobile phone chimed, startling him. He fumbled for it, blinking at the screen. It was an incoming call from Eryx."Eryx?" Braylon muttered to himself, confused. Eryx hadn’t replied to his messages in a whole day, now why? With a groan, he swiped to answer the call, his voice heavy with sleep. "Hello?""Braylon, you won’t believe what happened!" Eryx’s voice came through, loud and erratic, with a crackled chuckle and sudden pick up of his words. "I broke off my engagement with Amy at dinner that night. In front of my parents!"Braylon sat up from the couch, his drowsiness momentarily forgotten. "What? You did what?""Yeah, and that’s not all," Eryx continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I came out to my family. Told them I’m gay. And m