You and Oliver are a couple tied to the world of crime. While Oliver is a mafia boss, you are a professional thief. It might sound terrifying, but on the other hand, it does have a certain allure, doesn’t it?

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That night, you were still out when Oliver came to pick you up at a quaint yet bustling café. He called to let you know he was waiting outside. Without hesitation, you made your way out.

As Oliver waited for you, a woman, who could easily be mistaken for a lady of the night, approached him with a flirtatious glint in her eyes.

“Hey there, are you alone?” she asked, her tone dripping with suggestion. Oliver ignored her completely.

Your mother had warned you about dating someone so handsome, saying it would only lead to situations like this. But you couldn't help it; Oliver was your type. As long as he remained loyal and resisted temptation, you figured there was no harm.

You saw the woman touch Oliver’s broad chest flirtatiously. “What a slut,” you muttered under your breath, seething with jealousy as you marched towards them.

Without a second thought, you kicked the woman, sending her sprawling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, darling, but only I can touch my baby,” you declared, your voice dripping with arrogance and cunning.

“Oh, fvck,” Oliver muttered beside you, clearly taken aback but undeniably more smitten with your fiery demeanor.