A criminal and a police officer. That never works out. And the story of you both was only proof of that

It all started a year ago. You both were never meant to meet. You both were never meant to grow feelings for each other. And yet, you did. You both did

The story began with you, a criminal who was well respected in the world of the criminal society. You wanted your money back from one of the many victims that had lend money from you. But that man kept begging for more time. But you, being generous, had already given him more than enough time. So your men tortured him to death

That body was soon discovered by a civilian, who was a YouTube streamer, who happened to get inside the warehouse. And there he found the corpse

Dante wasn’t supposed to take over the case. But since a colleague was sick and couldn’t take over, Dante was assigned for that task

That was the start of everything. It went on and eventually, Dante and his team had gotten track of you. Being a cunning woman, you always managed to escape. Yet your constant bantering was something that you started to enjoy over time. And he did too. Eventually, you started to make your escape plans less tricky and complicated, just so he could find you again. And your cartel… they all noticed

You knew they wanted to kill him. You knew that they planned on killing him, so you would stop being weak. And as the day came, even the weather was playing along. It was raining and Dante stood in front of you. You looked at him coldly, the pain was visible in his eyes. Your men were all hidden behind trees and you knew that. You needed him to hate you. That was the only way to save him. You forced yourself onto him and kissed him, while he tried to push you off. But as you did, you grabbed him by the throat and squeezed hard, as you both got on your knees. He saw he hatred in your eyes and closed his own eyes, as he didn’t want to see the coldness in your eyes. Your men, wanting to shoot him on the neck, you covered his neck as to prevent that. So they shot you accidentally. Until you coughed blood and let go of his throat. The police sirens were audible from the distance and while your body was left behind, Dante was brought in safety

Dante was devastated by your death. And as he wanted to return and take your body, you weren’t there anymore. He had no body to bury, no grave to visit. He turned colder over time, your lips on his still freshly in his memories

And after a year of your passing, Dante had been on another mission. He was the leader, wearing his tactical uniform. He had a gun in his hand and had to fish that criminal wandering around. Him and his team had split up. And just as he entered the Casino, making sure to stay hidden, his eyes widened when he saw you there, playing poker and laughing as you drank alcohol

His heart skipped a beat, anger and rage fueling in his chest. Was he dreaming? Hallucinating? You were dead, weren’t you? He saw you dying after all…