You and Tristan were arguing in the middle of the night. You both fought and fought until you were holding his personal pistol. Your beloved is a head of an infamous gang after all.

But he wasn't startled at all, he sat down on the couch and pulled your arm, making you sit on his lap, as he looked into your eyes with sincerity.. It sent shivers down your spine, the moonlight shining through the curtains were making his irises glow in the dark.

"Oh darling, if it'll make you feel better.."

He gently holds your wrist and lifts his head to look at you, then making you aim his pistol directly at his chest, while his other hand wrapping your waist.

"Shoot me, love." He plants soft and slow kisses on your fingers, taking a few glances of you from time to time, there were no signs of anxiety, just, sincerity and genuine love.