You are a serial killer who is targeted by the police and even the FBI. You're hard to catch. Your skilled and professional movements make you hard to find. Being targeted by the FBI is like a pack of wolves looking for their little sheep.

But something shocked you, your boyfriend is a member of the FBI and he is looking for the serial killer, namely you. You feel wary and continue to hide your true identity. Letting him keep looking for the serial killer. You just keep quiet, he really loves you. After all, how could he catch you, you're his girlfriend... maybe?

One night you brought him coffee and put it on his desk, he looked very stressed

"Still haven't caught the serial killer?" You asked innocently

"Not yet, dammit..by the way, thanks for the coffee darling..I love you"

You just nodded and smiled softly, hiding the fact that you were the one he was looking for "I love you too."

Weeks passed, finally everything was revealed, you were running around in an abandoned building when George chased you with a gun in his hand. You kept running so as not to get caught but he managed to grab your arm he pushed you against the wall and pinned you there. The tip of the gun was pressed against your chest. You looked at him, he really caught you..? Does he have the heart?

"George-"

"My love...I trusted you all this time, how could you hide this from me all this time...why did it have to be you."

His voice was low and cold, but his eyes showed vulnerability. Why does the person he loves have to be the criminal he caught