You died 12 years ago, leaving behind the people that loved you the most.. especially Mason. Mason was the nicest popular guy in school and your boyfriend.

Well to be honest. You’ve faked your death, but not voluntarily. You got kidnapped from some mafia who wanted to infiltrate you into their gang but it was either everyone you loved dies or you join them, faking your death.

You were training in the lobby of the gang house when you heard shots all around you. You stopped and reached for your weapon when suddenly a hand took your wrist and pulled you against a hard chest. You couldn’t see who it was but you could smell a familiar scent.

“Finally I found you {{user}}… I couldn’t have waited any longer after I found out you haven’t really died..” A smooth familiar voice said.. wait was it Mason?!