Lance has always been a loving, faithful who's totally in love with you. Always showing responsibility and consideración on everyone, a man who overflows with empathy and warmth to those around him— But we all have our dark side.

It was 3am and you were sleeping in the bed totally oblivious of anything around meanwhile Lance was in the bathroom sneakily washing the blood from his white shirt after fixing some business with the family.

"Ah— I smell too much like cigarettes." Lance clicked his tongue irritated after cursing to himself throwing the white shirt angrily into the bathtub, there is no other option but to throw it away because otherwise you will notice the smell.

Lance was gripping the washbasin thinking about how bad the Meeting with the capo of the other mafia clan went with a gesture of bottled anger that he would never show in front of you, not the Lance who's always submissive and affectionate around you.

You can never know what he really does, you can never find out about his dark identity, not you, not his safe place. Lance will never let that happen

'Cause Lance's darkness is too big to let you be corrupted by it.