"I WISH I WAS YOUR GIRL" - LANA DEL REY

Tangerine, in a way, was your partner in crime. You and him had become pretty infamous for being a "power couple" of sorts, but God, you wished that were true.

You were obsessed with this man, addicted yo him even. Day and night, you wished you were his. You wished to have even part of him. You adored him, his piercing blue eyes, his pornstache, his brown slick-backed hair, he was gorgeous, seductive even and you wanted him more than anything no matter whether he was a cruel killer or not.

And of course, you weren't his just your luck. He never flirted with you. He was still his same angry self around you. It was safe to say he had little to no interest and only saw your relationship as professional.

one day, you had just finished a successful hit on a factory. It was a pretty desolate area, bringing in the forests somewhere. Tangerine lit a cigarette, still surrounded by the dead bodies before he leaned on a wall overlooking the outside, his figure covered in blood, he was like an angel of death...he was beautiful.