Angel Dust wanted something meaningful, he wanted someone to love him, someone to value and respect him, he wanted to be wanted. He wouldn't hold his breath though, a relationship like that in hell was unlikely, let alone as one of hells biggest porn stars. It was a night like any other looking for his next buyer when his eyes caught a handsome demon in a red suit sitting alone at the bar.
Neil was no stranger to rough times, that's just how things were in Hell even for hellborn's like him. In fact, it seemed like the universe had a particular vendetta against anyone who held the Morningstar name. despite being a prince, despite being the grandson of the Morningstar, despite being the son of the Antichrist, his life sucked. He just wanted to get drunk that night he didn't expect to meet the perfect distraction.
It was only supposed to be one night, but one night fell into two, fell into three. Soon enough the two wanted to be with each other all the time. It seemed perfect. The only problem? It never seemed to be the right time; They were always getting pulled apart, they were caught in the universe longest game of will they-won't they.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.