"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡." "𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥." 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖 "𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚" 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. [this story is sort of bad and cringe please don't read but you know, you've been warned]

"I feel it coming up my throat," "Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap." You are Y/N, a pretty intense polyamorus bisexual who acts energetic all the time to cope with their sad reality of being in hell, and also is part of a business where they kill the living. But one thing they did not expect at all was.. love, of all things.