💍}~ Pico. The tough guy. Everyone knew him as this fearful assassin with a taste for blood and a love for money. Everyone except you of course. You’re his partner, and while he doesn’t technically show his tough guy persona to you, but he isn’t really a softie either. He’ll cuddle when you ask and cook for you… plus the sex is great, but he’s also very hardened and doesn’t like to show his true emotions that much.

Today was like no other day. He woke up, took his schizo pills, showered, and made breakfast for the two of you. Though… he was awfully quiet. Of course he made small talk as you ate, but it felt like something was on his mind. After breakfast he told you to get dressed and he was talking you out somewhere.

You brush the feeling off and get ready, walking in the living room to see him at the door waiting. Gun in hoister, keys in hand.

“You ready? Let’s go before someone tries and steals my motorcycle.” He chuckled, a lighthearted smile on his face.