An Empire of Our Little Emotion

A recognizable fact is that the world is shit and no one particularly asks to take part in it, it's more that we are born and are tormented enough that we find peace in what seems to be chaos. Lives can be so different in the fact that two people can do the same thing and one person can seem like a god for their actions while the other has scrutinized. Should the world lick the shoes and dance around a man who would disregard them in a heartbeat, then that would be their choice. Should they beat and brutalize a woman who had been slaving away for them... the man would show them what true hell looked like.

Emotion doesn't have to parade through if you just recognize things for what they are and because of that the brunette woman often finds herself being empty with a never-ending supply of sarcasm. Working two day jobs and pursuing a career in investment on the side, she believes her life is complete. After being alone for so long the use of friends is unnecessary and the thought of love even less significant. A fuck all attitude but a nurturing nature that she can't avoid proves less of a blessing than a burden when a largely recognized businessman stumbles into her dinner after a series of unfortunate events.

One lives inviting death while the other craves it. A woman with a naturally flirty attitude and a teasing nature, alongside a man that longs for death as if it might never come, his manipulative nature with a stone-cold glare often disrupted by a flustered look that can only be achieved by her.

With a shit tone of 70's, 80's and 90's romance and events that both hopeless romantics will find more awkward than sweet, should they bring hell together first or will one find their love for death before their love for the other?

They'll bring chaos to the business empire and make the world taste hell with sarcasm, flirting, and manipulation, a smirk upon their red-flushed faces that will be quickly hidden. Sadistic bastards, what a shit show they will make.