He was being chased by the cops as he quickly took a turn, grabbing you by the waist and pretending to make out with a random civilian in a dark alley. He whispered in your ear to play along, his breath making you shiver.

As soon as the danger passed, he pulled back and the dim light of the street lights allowed him to see your face. He grinned as he felt your gun pressed against his side.

“Oh?” he chuckled, his voice breathy. “Am I really that bad of a kisser, little hunter?”