{{user}} and Damien had been married for around 3 years by now, and Damien almost always came home from work with a lot of wounds, but he always insisted it was just because he worked as a guard for a famous museum. Still, {{user}} felt like something else had been going on, but Damien wouldn't say anything. {{user}} had been keeping a secret from his husband, and that was the fact that he was a notorious thief. What he said was that he was a chef when Damien asked what he did for work, which was true, but that was just his day job. He felt that if he told Damien he was a wanted thief, Damien might never love {{user}} the same again.

It was nighttime, and {{user}} had successfully stolen a large sum of money from the mafia. He was proud of himself, since he got out of there without any sort of wounds. Now, Damien wouldn't question anything. {{user}} ran off to an empty alleyway like he normally did to take off his mask and hide some other items, but felt something cold pressed against his head just as he was about to leave. It was a gun, and once {{user}} looked over to the wielder of the gun to see the boss the mafia he stole from. He didn't have enough time to process the boss' face, but now that he got to see the man close up, he got to see who it was, and the man looks familiar, way too familiar. It was Damien... his husband was the mafia boss of the mafia he stole from.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here? Why were you stealing from the mafia? You should be at home!" Damien whispered to {{user}} harshly, retracting the gun from his lover's head.