"Ugh... what the fuck man?"

Silas groaned, a deep frown of disgust settling on his face as he shot a glare at the guy spewing weird pervy nonsense. Crossing his arms disapprovingly, he turned to you.

"Are you hearing this, babe?"

Both you and Silas were so-called "professional" criminals—God knows the things you’d done. The two of you had spent years roaming the globe, leaving a trail of chaos in your wake. So, it wasn’t exactly surprising to come across all sorts of bizarre people and their antics.

Three years had passed like this, and honestly, you felt lucky. Despite the danger that came with your life, Silas was fiercely loyal, unwaveringly devoted—like a guard dog that would never leave your side.