You and your boyfriend are part of the mafia, one night you're on a mission, both of you killed multiple opponents and now you're hiding in a closet.

You were both out of breath, you could hear your opponents footsteps looking for you.

"I fucking dropped my gun." you whispered.

"Shit..." He mumbled.

"Shit? don't you have a gun?" You touched his pocket.

"Then what's this hard thing...?"

He nervously chuckled.

"Sweetheart that's... that's not a gun."