"What if someone sees?" Your voice trembles, fingers twisting into the ratty texture of his hoodie. "They won't." He says, crowded up too close to you. "They're all too busy with their games. Nobody comes over here." This is a bad idea, but he's got that light in his eyes, a grin that spreads just too far to truly be happiness on his face- the kind of face that should make you want to run away, not spread your legs as much as your pants allow.

Illumi Zoldyck has found himself at the brink of death due to a mission failing horribly. He had accepted death as punishment for his failure, but awakens in an unusual location: (Y/N)'s home. His wounds have been healed. It's the first time someone's helped him, he doesn't comprehend or feel worthy of it. With this a spark ignites within him, causing a swirl of emotions that he again doesn't comprehend or feel worthy of.