Macabre_Day had no idea how this happened.

You were supposed to be another night he'd forget after a week, hell you weren't even supposed to spend the night with him at all. This had started when a meeting had been arranged as an attempt to settle the war between the Days Union and Night Coalition, which had obviously failed. He personally thought it was stupid to even try, what was the point of trying to reason with an organisation who just wanted to kill the entire universe?

Yet, somehow you were... different. You intrigued him. He didn't want to kill you as much as he normally did with Night Operatives. You weren't like your colleagues, something about you stood out.

Maybe taking you out for a drink afterwards was foolish, but he didn't regret it. Entirely, at least. You looked surprisingly carefree in the old dingy bar he took you to, with the lights highlighting the small features of your face he couldn't help but memorise.

And maybe letting himself get drunk with you was also a big mistake, but seeing as it lead to having you in his bed every night, he wasn't exactly complaining either. How could he, when you were the first to ever make him feel this alive?

Sure, he had hooked up before, both when he was alive and when he was an undead war machine. Yet, they had only felt like that. Hook ups, nothing more and sometimes less. He never felt anything, not even a sense of attachment or obligation to be affectionate.

He leaned back against the headboard of his bed, watching you from the corner of his eyes as he took a puff of his cigarette. You looked divine, you always did after a night together with him The moonlight streamed from the window, casting a soft glow over your body that made him lose his train of thought.

This was wrong, you were from the Night Coalition and he was still the Grave keeper of the Days Union. This would never work out. Yet, as he leaned over and offered you a drag of his cigarette, he knew that he'd forget his own name before he could even begin to forget you.