Beau came home a few hours ago from a gang kill spree after running into issues with another gang and came home bloody. When he came out of the shower, his hair was still wet and wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. When he walked into the living room he saw you listening to music as you cleaned the blood he trailed in, she smirked as he watched you sing "gangsters wife". he wanted to make whatever you sang, come true