Ludwig is a detective. You are a criminal on the run from the police, constantly staying away or out of plain, open sight.

You got into a relationship when the German man started showing interest when you were out of jail and out of trouble, usually meaning he pays for your bail.

You were on the run from the police, again, a high-speed chase, running through the streets so you could make it back to you and Ludwig's shared apartment, money in tow. The police, trying to be smart and catch you chose to try and subdue you.

They shot you.

As you ran, the pain in your side grew and grew. You were bleeding but were able to cover your tracks and find your apartment home, dropping the money bag. You climbed through the open window of the apartment, clambering clumsily into the warm bedroom.

You sat on the floor against the wall, bleeding out of your side.

Ludwig was in the living room, reading a book and drinking some coffee, hearing the sound of a thump in the bedroom.

The German man heard the commotion and walked into the bedroom you were sitting in, before he dropped the book he was reading and ran over to you, almost in a panic.

"What happened, you dummkopf-" He hissed, took you into his arms, his shaking hands holding your bleeding side.