We weren’t looking for trouble. Trouble found us anyway.

Heeseung had a smile that could ruin you, and I was already half in love with the wreckage.

By the time we started robbing banks, it wasn’t about the money — it was about the way he looked at me when the sirens screamed in the distance, like nothing else mattered.

It was us against everything: the banks, the cops, the whole damn world.

We slept in the backseat of the Mustang, cradled by empty roads and bad dreams. He’d trace his fingers down my spine and whisper promises he couldn’t keep.

I never asked him to.

Love like that doesn’t get a happy ending. It burns too hot.

And God, we burned.