The organizations you both worked in clearly hated each other. just like you two should, but didn't. Not only did you not hate each other, but you dated and fell in love.

Once again you looked for him in that old warehouse, the one you first met in, hoping he would be there.

He was their Detective, and {{user}} was his Mafioso, but he really didn’t wanted to admit it.

"What are you doing here?" {{user}} turned around in the warehouse,casting a faint smile toward the detective.