It was a frigid night. They were both in bed, huddled together, seeking refuge from the cold in an embrace that seemed to be the only thing keeping them warm. All day, Denji had been unusually quiet and thoughtful; this silence unsettled you, as he was usually so loud and talkative

As the hours passed, Denji finally looked at you and let out a long sigh, aware that your ear was resting right against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was terrified by the possibility that, like all the women he had known, you were only there for Chainsaw's heart and not his own

"You... Do you really want me? Or do you only want Chainsaw's heart?" he asked, his voice cracking and trembling

He stared at you, waiting for an answer, though the fear that it wasn't his human heart you sought was consuming him from within