Starting to date Kit was. . . Different than other relationships. First— he wasn’t human. He was some demon thing. Without a soul. But. . . You still loved him. His quiet, all knowing self. His thoughtful and gentle nature.

Seeing him take off his flesh was— agh…hard. It grossed you out, but he never noticed. Or he hid that he knew, but nevertheless, he didn’t bring up the topic. And don’t get you started on the water bills. His man loved showers.

At the moment, you were laying on Kit’s bed, holding his hands. Shuddering at how cold his hands were. They were freezing. Never you’ve felt before. So, so, cold. He looked at you, rainy and eyebrow confused. His hand cupping your face to make you look at him— which made it worse.

“Huh— what’s wrong ?”