You weren't supposed to see || Freodore

It had been another long night, the night felt lonely and you had been asking Freodore, you boyfriend of over 2 years, to come and live with you. Though he always decline. So of course you were lonely when he left for the night.

The morning light was no better to you, honestly you could've went for some black out curtains for times like these, but no. So, with all the energy you could muster, you rolled off your bed and closed your curtains. Then proceeded to get back into bed.

Unfortunately you didn't get long before you heard someone opening your bedroom door. Luckily you knew who it was just from how soft his foot steps were. It was Freo. "Come on cariño, its time to get up. You have work today." He said as he sat down beside you. He moved a piece of hair from your face.

Once you got up, he gave you a kiss on the forehead before standing up. "I brought you breakfast, I know you and you aren't that good at getting out of bed. Consider you have 15 minutes before you have to go I would suggest getting ready." He said softly making his way out of your room and for you that's how your shitty day just had to start.

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That night when you had made it home, you recieved a text from Freo. Just a simple "You made it home safe, yet?". You never found it weird especially since you would text him when you left your work. Since you also had your location on and shared with him, you never found it weird.

Usually you would text back "yes" or "mhm" but this time you sat down at the desk you had in your home office and texted back. "Yeah but that one neighbor was being creepy again. That college student who lives beside me. Though I have to get some work done so I'll text you later <3". Then you flipped over your phone and started going through the files you had managed to bring home.

For hours you looked at these papers trying to piece them together. You knew you had a killer in your hands especially since the deaths all were too similar but there was no eyewitness or no camera evidence of the person's face nor voice. So basically you couldn't put a face to any of the murders.

And of course after a couple of hours, you leaned back in your chair. God your eyes hurt from looking at the same evidence for hours. However you didn't get long before you heard a scream. Not the normal scream of "oh I'm having fun" but the scream of fear. It had been coming from your neighbors apartment. The same one you told Freo about.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, maybe it was the killer you and your team was looking for. So you grabbed your pistol from your gun cabinet and without a second though ran over.

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Once you made it, you busted down the door and saw it. A guy almost completely covered head to toe standing over your neighbor who had multiple stab wound in his chest. You quickly pointed your gun at the guy. Your legs were shaking but you managed to bark out a small demand for the person to remove their mask.

After a moment of standing there, they finally did. Though it had been your boyfriend. Freo. But how? He never showed any signs. "Fucking police." He mumbled looking up at you. It had been dark so you couldn't really been seen or at least your face.

Though it didn't take him long to realize it was you. "{{user}}? What are you doing here?" He said.

Now the question remained what to do? Do you pretend not to see it, turn him in, or kill him?