#cameron rose

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Please please please play Crimes of Passion in choices

[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

Crimes of Passion brain rot suddenly kicking in 😬

A slightly older (I think in-game they’re 29 but I’ll happily round to 30), much more serious MC who’s good at their job (and genuinely a gorgeous sprite)? Yes please.

A slow burn love interest as Trystan gets under their skin and then into their heart? Sign me up.

The dynamic between them is so…..aaah. My favourite kind, and very refreshing in the days of instant attraction stories.

My favourite parts being:

MC going in the burning building with Trystan in book 1

The truth serum

Trystan getting stabbed, in the hospital MC referring to them as their spouse, then being so worried and angry when Trystan discharges their self

Trystan saving MC from the burning building

MC surprising Trystan in Drakovia in book 2

Trystan knocking MC’s glass away when they think MC drank poisoned wine

The angst over the crown v their relationship

Anytime they call each other ‘my gorgeous Prince/princess’ or ‘my gorgeous detective’

The boxer dog

Is book 2 perfect? No. It’s unnecessarily horny (what book isn’t these days), the angst doesn’t go deep enough but the Thorne siblings are interesting enough and the murder mystery certainly kept me guessing. Plus it’s better than other sequels (*cough* Open Heart, and even Blades).

Am I excited for book 3? To be honest, I’m not sure. I don’t like PB’s money-grabbing wedding books at the best of times and my MC is definitely the type who would prefer a quiet elopement over a big white wedding. But we’ll see…

[aces-and-angels]

meet kiran amaturo (he/they), current sanitation worker, soon-to-be legal writer at park & davis ✨

an excerpt from cameron rose's personal file:

"... family court declared KA emancipated at age 15. has no contact with parents/immediate family. currently lives directly above training gym (chinatown fightclub nyc). attended liberty high school from 20XX-20XX. records state KA dropped out shortly after completing his sophomore year, later earning GED at age 22. minimal social media presence detected. writes various pieces on substack under pseudonym 'locked ki'."

read more below

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character traits:

1/2 cambodian, 1/2 italian | 5'9" | pansexual

looks like they would kill you // would actually kill you

kickboxer with a smoking problem

life at park & davis:

kiran has juggled several part-time jobs throughout his life- the latest one being night shifts as a custodian at one of manhattan's top law firms

agnes and jina catch them reading through a case file assigned to the associates for moot court (totally not ripping off the opening sequence to good will hunting haha)

impressed by his aptitude, they offer him a chance to start fresh by helping him seal his criminal record + land a full-time position at the firm

mostly keeps to themself while in the office; not so secretly resents zahir, oblivious to will's crush on them

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art cred: dossier template by @/choicesbookclub | picrew

[cassie-thorne]

Pov: you're Trystan Thorne and you have a hot boyfriend partner

Loml Det. Cameron Shina Rose from CoP for Trans Awareness Week!🏳️‍⚧️❥ she's a demiwoman💋

@choicespride, @choicesficwriterscreations

[mostlymobilegames]

Cameron Rose is a really enjoyable MCs, maybe even my favourite in Choices.

I like that, as a player, you can really accentuate how career-oriented she is (I keep her office attire on 24/7 so it seems like she never stops working) and that she often comes across as dry and unflustered because she's just that good at her job.

She's become more relaxed which is good, healthy relationships and putting herself out there have made her slow down, but I do miss how deadpan and immovable she was at the beginning of the first book. She still has some of that attitude but she's also comfortable not having it. I remember how much I liked Trystan's humorous comments, usually from a smiling sprite, followed by Cameron's witty responses but said with the most expressionless expression ever.

I just love a workaholic woman who shows no emotion and is top dog in her field, that's all.

[crazy-loca-blog]

Does PB really, really, REALLY make us want to believe our Crimes of Passion MC has no idea how royalty works? ESPECIALLY when we're dating the HEIR to the throne?

[farizrz]

Customize as Rose & Thorne

[rosesnink]

Come Back to Me, Detective

Author's Notes

Surprise, @totojo2 I'm your Secret Valentine!

Imma be honest, due to exam season coming up, this event slipped my mind, but I have given my best having in mind your tastes and dedicated it some days and came up with this! It's short and nothing like I had originally planned, but I'm proud of it and it gave me a chance to write COP (and fem Trystan too ngl) I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lots of love to you <3

English is not my first language, so please forgive any grammar/typo mistakes

Summary: After Cameron Rose collapsed after saving Marguerite and the grand reveal of who was the killer all along, Trystan has some thinking to do before Cameron wakes up

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.0k

Pairing: Cameron Rose (NB!MC) x fem!Trystan Thorne

Category: Angst with a good ending

Book: Crimes of Passion, Book One

The fire happened in a blur. The last thing Trystan saw was Cameron, her Cameron, being rushed to the hospital, and Trystan felt her whole world crumbling. Cameron was not the kind of person to crumble and give out, no; they were all about fighting till the end. Maybe they did fight till the end and crumbled. And Trystan was not there. The feeling made her heart race faster. She. Was. Not. There.

Naturally, the first thing the exiled princess did was get to her car and drive behind the ambulance, the thought of her beloved Cameron there and alone killed her inside. She could not lose her detective like that. No, especially when Trystan counted with endless resources. She’d bring her Cameron even if the Drakovian scaffold was next for her.

Trystan had worked and been with many people, but no one quite like Cameron. There was something about them that left Trystan wanting more each time they interacted. And now that she could lose them, it felt like a pressure that Trystan couldn’t get out of her system.

Please God, she begged, take me. Take Eleanor. Take Tony. Anybody save them. I’ll do anything. I beg you.

She wasn’t even religious, but for Cameron, she would.

The moment the ambulance stopped at the urgencies gates, Trystan raced behind Cameron’s bed. Running behind their bed, she looked at them, their beautiful brown eyes closed, eerily still, and that terrified Trystan.

They were about to enter the room when the doctors stopped Trystan “Where are you taking them?! I demand to be there!”

“Are you family of the patient, ma’am?”

“No, but—,”

“I am afraid that you must wait for family members to arrive. We shall call the person in their emergency list and hope they answer.”

Seething, Trystan hollered “I am Princess Trystan Thorne of Drakovia and I demand to be in the room!” Her eyes were watering, trembling of impotence, but the doctor didn’t budge.

“Sorry, but unless you’re directly family, I’m afraid that you’ll have to wait.”

An idea struck. Cameron would kill her, but it was worth a shot.

“Not to mention their fiancée.” The nurse stopped, and Trystan smiled to herself “how will you explain to them that their beloved is not there, hm?”

“Oh! Uh… you… should’ve mentioned that earlier. In that case, follow me.”

Trystan waited, and after what it seemed like a long time, Cameron came out fine, simply asleep. Trystan checked their pulse, and sighed of relief. It was stable. They’d be fine.

For the next hours, Trystan watched how Cameron breathed, their chest raising and falling, a constant reassurance that all of this had been but a scare, and that they’d be fine. Jimmy came a while later, panting and demanding to see how Cameron was. He did raise an eyebrow at Trystan being their fiancée, but said nothing, as in an understanding that now that was between Trystan and Cameron.

The hours passed, and Trystan felt like she was being slowly buried alive, hopeless, barely breathing. Cameron was fine, but asleep nevertheless.

“Please,” she whispered, “please, Cameron, wake up. Wake up and call me an idiot. Berate me. Roll your eyes at me, glare at me, yell at me for lying my way here, but please, come back to me. Come back to me, Detective Rose.”

Jimmy frowned “I don’t know how I’ll pay for this. Cameron has their own money, but it doesn’t do much.”

“Money’s no trouble for me. Let me pay for it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that—,”

“Mr. Rose,” she hissed, more to herself than anyone else “Cameron was with me when it happened. A life was on the line. A case was to be solved. They were under my protection, and I failed to do so. They could’ve died, and I wasn’t there. Please, let me be useful, or I swear to God that I will explode.”

Jimmy, reading the expressions on the princess’ face, relented. He sighed “Very well, kiddo. But, as a retired old dog, some things are out of your control. You couldn’t have predicted what would happen, even if you are as powerful.”

“I could’ve done something. Rush back with them. Wait for them. Stay with them.”

“You got them out, did you not?”

“Barely.”

“Barely is better than not at all. Some are not so lucky and have no option but to watch their partner die on the job. I speak from experience.”

Trystan flinched. What a terrifying thought, carrying Cameron’s dead body in her arms. Unmoving. Still. Cooling down by the minute. Getting up abruptly, she shook her head, brushing off such a grotesque thought and, without a word, went out to get some coffee.

On the way there, Trystan spotted Luke, Ruby and Mafalda in the waiting room. They all rushed towards the princess, showering her in questions about Cameron’s state.

“Quiet, not all at once!” Mafalda chided.

Nodding to Mafalda in gratefulness, Trystan cleared her throat “Cameron’s fine. They’re now unconscious. They don’t seem gravely hurt, most of the damage is by smoke breathing. They haven’t woken up yet, but I know they will. Soon.”

They all nodded, hopeful. By God, they would. They had to. Or else Trystan would burn the entirety of New York to the ground and not even bat an eye. Her predecessors had done far more gruesome things for love--.

She shook her head. Love? She barely knew them! But… it also felt like she did. Something about them just clicked, like they had been made custom made for her tortured, troubled and perfectly disastrous and grotesque heart.

Typing a few buttons on her phone, she quickly got delivered some potent alcohol to clear her head. Rubbing her temples, she pondered on what she was feeling, and how different it had been when she was with Juliana. It was nothing like that. It was different. Rare. Special. Raw. Real. Secure.

It wasn’t love. Not yet. But it could very well be. With Cameron, it was more than possible. Something inside Trystan wanted it to be.

But for now, she turned back and went back to Cameron’s room, where, a few minutes later, began to stir awake. Trystan’s heart raced fast, embarrassingly fast. Not helping the beam, she whispered “I knew you wouldn’t leave me, Detective Rose.”