Milo has two problems.

He hates his job.

He keeps murdering the customers.

But in Milo’s defense, they deserve it. Every single one. The almond milk martyr, the corporate Karen, the protein bro who screams at his boyfriend—rotten to the core, all of them. Milo doesn’t kill on impulse. He investigates first, finds the rot, and prunes it like a gardener tending weeds. The only problem? He doesn’t have a car, his shovel is on its last leg, and his backyard is starting to look less like a garden and more like a crime scene.

Enter charming, shameless, and the kind of neighbor who just won’t mind his own business. He spots Milo mid-dig and decides to stick around—first with jokes, then with truck keys, and eventually with an offer Milo can’t partnership.

Adrian insists on snacks during stakeouts. He whistles while they dig. He makes every disposal sound suspiciously like a date. Milo insists he doesn’t need help. Adrian insists Milo’s wrong. And somewhere between the banter, the bickering, and the body count, Milo starts to realize the

Adrian isn’t just his partner in murder.
He might be his partner in everything.

Dark comedy meets slow-burn romance in this twisted MM rom-com about coffee, corpses, and falling in love with the last person you should trust.