Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: 'Main Character Death Syndrome'

Aden slumped at his desk, the glaring white light of his monitor mocking him with its empty document. He flicked his pen between his fingers, staring at the blinking cursor like it had personally wronged him.

'Another thrilling day of being a corporate drone,' he thought, suppressing the urge to chuck his pen across the room.

As a copywriter, Aden spent most of his days churning out soulless product descriptions, ad copy, and email campaigns for people who probably wouldn't even read them. His latest masterpiece? A series of catchy slogans for a line of organic cat food.

'Purr-fectly balanced meals for your furry overlord,' he thought bitterly. 'Pulitzer-worthy.'

He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. 8:45 PM.

'Love that for me,' he thought, letting out a sigh that could have powered a wind turbine.

Most of his coworkers had already gone home, leaving him in the eerie silence of an almost-empty office. Just him, the hum of the air conditioning, and the occasional clack of keys from a lone coworker.

His phone buzzed against the desk, drawing him out of his misery. He didn't need to check to know who it was.

Kaz.

The bane of his existence.

He unlocked the screen to see a string of messages.

Kaz: "You better not forget the chocolate this time. 🍫"

Kaz: "I'm serious, Aden. Don't screw this up."

Kaz: "Or I'm turning in my BL draft UNEDITED, and you'll have to deal with the fallout."

Aden dragged a hand down his face. 'My sister. The genius writer. The drama queen.'

Kaz was his younger sister, his only family left after their parents' passing, and her one true passion was torturing him with her brilliant BL novels. She was talented, no doubt, but she had a way of weaponizing her writing when she didn't get her way.

Still, he couldn't help but type out a reply.

"Relax. I'm on it. No unedited drafts, okay? You're welcome."

As soon as he hit send, the sound of approaching footsteps made him glance up. Tanaka, his manager, loomed over his desk, holding a clipboard and wearing his usual "I don't care about your feelings" expression.

"Aden," Tanaka said curtly.

'Reevaluate in three months? Yeah, sure. Let's pencil that in between my emotional breakdowns and chronic back pain.'

Kaz: "Also, can you get milk? We're out."

Aden closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Of course we are. Anything else, Your Majesty? A crown, perhaps?' _{freёweɓnovel.com}