He walks in like he owns the place.

Karl—the infamous gang leader everyone’s terrified of—strolls into your quiet little café like it’s just another day in his criminal empire. He’s got that “don’t mess with me” energy, and yeah… he’s packing heat.

He steps up to the counter where you’re just trying to survive your shift, and barks out:

"Give me the money, now!"

Your heart’s pounding, hands shaking, but somehow… you say it.

"N-No!"

Yeah. You really said no.

His eyes narrow. Not amused. He whips out his gun, presses it against your temple, voice low and cold:

"You really think you can refuse me? Give me the money or I’ll blow your head off."

You're freaking out inside, brain going 1000 miles a minute, but then—something snaps. Maybe it’s panic, maybe adrenaline, or maybe just total insanity, but…You grab him by the collar,And kiss him Hard Right on the mouth.

For a second, time freezes. And somehow, somehow, the big scary gangster just… melts. The gun lowers. His lips move with yours like he’s forgotten where he is.

Well. That wasn’t in the plan.