The collab with @cerisebio-art continues today with the masquerade ball!Title: Red Cuffs of FateRat
The collab with @cerisebio-art continues today with the masquerade ball!Title: Red Cuffs of FateRating: EChapters: 3/11Summary: Just one touch is all it takes to find your soulmate. That first brush of skin on skin contact leaves a stain, marks embedded in the skin. They call it fate. Fate bringing you to the person you are meant to be with. Katsuki Yuuri never believed in fate. And if fate really was real, then it was crueller than Yuuri could have ever anticipated. It was his first job as detective; hunting down the ever elusive Mercury, a thief who got his kicks from simply getting away with the crime. Yuuri had gotten close. Really close. And then he noticed the mark of the soulmate bond on his hand.But, fate wasn’t real and Yuuri could resist Mercury’s advances no matter how charming and sweet he was… right? ***It should’ve been obvious. Looking back on it, Yuuri wasn’t sure how he hadn’t thought of it before. The annual Cialdini ball was the perfect target for Mercury’s antics. It was an event that came around every year, one that brought together the richest members of the public for one evening. That meant that Mercury would have his pick of prizes in that building. It would be tricky. There would be plenty of security, but that hadn’t deterred Mercury in the past. There was just one problem. This year, it was a masquerade ball.Mercury was going to be able to hide in plain sight. His mask would only help him blend in. Besides, that suit did make him seem like he’d come straight from a ball. He was going to be harder to find, and harder to catch. But, this was Yuuri’s chance. It was a chance to put an end to this quickly. Yuuri had officers scattered throughout the building, hidden as guests for the party. Cialdini had been surprisingly accommodating. Yuuri was expecting to have to fight for this opportunity, but the moment he’d explained the situation to Cialdini, he’d offered to help before Yuuri had even begun to explain the plan. The only stipulation was to at least attempt to do this quietly. Yuuri could understand that. Cialdini’s annual balls were an important business opportunity, a chance to make business relationships. It made sense that he didn’t want to leave his guests with a bad impression. Yuuri had been standing in the corner of a room filled with people far above his station for hours. He watched as they laughed over expensive wine and made small talk, occasionally exchanging business cards. As the time went by, some of the people would split off, moving to the center of the room to dance. Yuuri stayed quiet, vigilant as he watched, waiting to see something he recognised, but he hadn’t caught sight of Mercury. The wine flute in his hand had been for nothing but show. Yuuri knew what he was like with a few drinks in his system. Not now. No matter how bad his nerves were, he couldn’t afford to drink. READ MORE ON AO3 -- source link
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