"So deep in my head even the ocean\\\'s jealous of you. there\\\'s hunger in you and there\\\'s a satiability you had claimed only I could give. it\\\'s a lie, i see it clear in your eyes but I clamp my mouth shut and wait. i wait, and i wait, and i wait till your scent is too much to bear but i\\\'m already six feet deep in it, slippery bathroom tiles under my feet as i sit with my knees pulled against my chest. what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he\\\'s a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn\\\'t it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; i\\\'d carve the shape of his lips onto my grave." Cecilia was born cursed with blindness. She takes extreme interest in the underworld. However when she ends up with a demon bond to her, there\\\'s two choices she could make, ask the demon to solve all her problems and end up paying the price he asks in exchange by letting him drag her to the depths of Hades for a period of six months, under a contract. "Even with your red eyes of a demon, you seem closer to heaven than to hell," She tells him, a hand on his cheek. He begs to differ.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it has an underlying truth. What connects me to her? I have no idea. What ties me down? My love for her. - An arrogant boss lady whose mood flips like a switch every day in search of sex and sex only. A cute Barista leading a second life as a camboy who wishes for nothing but love. What could be a better combination? - Are you saying that I'm pestering you?", she asked chuckling lowly. Had it been somebody else she would've fired them right away? As of now, her grip only tightened slightly on the little spoon in her hand while he slowly opened his cat-like eyes and avoided her gaze. "Torturing would be a better word," he whispered in hopes of staying alive so he could go home and cut his tongue for being so sharp. What was wrong with him? "Glad you understood my intentions."

Pink. Pink. Pink. Everything in the little shop on the third street from May's apartment was pink. From the doors to the cakes he sold there, everything was drenched in the pastel color and she swore she could've almost gagged when she had first seen it. When she had first seen him. Hoseok owned the bakery and her heart since day one. She'd steal glances at him from time to time, cheeks reddening the same way they did when she had first seen him. Would he just end up being another cute baker or will she get the love she always wanted? And most importantly, was the love she wanted really him? "W-Why didn't you tell me before? Why c-couldn't you say those words before?! Why did it have to be now when you're going!", she sobbed harder, her fist banging against his chest but it didn't phase him in the slightest. "How will I ever live without you? How can you do this to me, huh?" "I-I'm so sorry, had I known it earlier you would've been mine years ago."