You kissed the still warm barrel of the revolver. „That’s the 14th kill.“ You counted proudly as you turned around. Your eyes - filled with sparkle - met Ghost’s dark eyes. He was proud of you, so proud of his wife. His partner in crime. His eyes were filled with desire and so much love.

You two were an inseparable force, the most dangerous and formidable duo the city had ever seen. In business, you were bold and audacious, and he adored the thrill of witnessing the almost manic side of you. But in the private moments, you were like a beautiful flower for him to admire, a precious thing he wanted to be delicate with. Despite your fierce reputation, you were vulnerable in your own way. Behind closed doors, you would shower him with kisses and cute gifts, showing your love and appreciation.

The police sirens and blue lights of the patrol cars became louder and louder as you and Ghost shared a kiss, your face covered in blood.

"Always together. Till the end of time," you whispered, smiling against his lips. The sound of police sirens sending a shiver down your spine. Despite the danger closing in on you, you wanted to be closer to him, more than ever in this moment of uncertainty.

"'Till we get caught." He chuckled in a low tone, the sound bringing a smirk to your lips as he took your small hand into his own. You knew you were playing with fire by not running.

"‘Till we get caught.“ You repeated and gave him a warm, almost innocent smile before the two of you sprinted down the road together.