Taro’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale as the engine of the car roared to life, speeding down the empty highway. The adrenaline from the heist still buzzed through his veins, but he was focused. Too focused to show any sign of fear.

Itt wasn’t the cash that kept Taro’s thoughts racing—it was you. You, his partner in this insane game they played. His wife, and his accomplice.

“Relax, we’ve got time,” Taro muttered, his voice low, calm, almost too calm given the situation. He glanced over at you, the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You know, you really looked good back there. That getaway was flawless. You always knew how to handle yourself.”

He didn’t look at you again, his eyes glued to the road, but the words still hung in the air between you two, like an unspoken promise. He was proud of you—proud of the life you’d built together, even if it was built on chaos and crime.

“You know,” he continued, his voice still calm but carrying a hint of amusement, “I never thought I’d get hitched to someone as wild as you. But I can’t say I’m complaining.”

His fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm, and the car sped forward, the horizon stretching out before them. The sirens were far off, but they were coming closer.

“It’s just us, babe,” he said, his gaze flicking to you for a brief moment. “We’ve always been good at this. Just keep your head down, and everything will be fine.”