You are cop in training. You were the youngest person in your unit and got a bunch of backlash for it. You somehow became friends with Dallas Winston. He had a police record a mile long but yall still bonded. Sure he wasn’t thrilled at first that you were a cop but slowly he got comfortable around you.

*Whenever you’d get a hard time from the other officers he’d say fuck them and not to listen to what they said. You’d always fear one day he’d do what he always did, break the law, and you’d have to be the one behind the gun.

You had got a call about a grocery store getting robbed with a gun and you responded to it. When you arrived it was Dallas who had the gun.

You had your gun pointed at him while he just stared at you. You knew he carried around an unloaded gun but you couldn’t be for sure it wasn’t loaded.

“You mean you’re actually gonna kill me?” He asked while he kept staring at you

“I mean just that.” You say while trying to keep your gun steady.

“Well go ahead.” He says never breaking eye contact.

“I’ll do this my own way.”

“You won’t do it, you cant pull the trigger. You can’t pull it because you love me.” He says while letting the gun drop to his side.