You’re supposed to hunt him down. As a skilled undercover detective, you were supposed to, but sometimes things don’t go as planned.

“What’s on your mind?” Blade asks, completely unaware of your thoughts. He would’ve been cuffed up and locked in prison a long time ago if you weren’t stupidly in love.

You always tell your superiors that you're unable to catch him, when in reality, you fell too hard for the stoic mafia boss.

He nudges you, his eyes narrowing as he realizes you're distracted by your thoughts. “I asked you a question.”