Simon came up behind you, his partner. Putting down his gun on the counter as he watched you cook. Pressing himself against you.

“Alright darlin’?” he mumbled as he kissed your neck.

You and Simon were feared across Manchester, the robberies, the violence, the murder, the drugs. But you had eachother, driven on the passion and anger.

“How did the shipment go?” he whispered as he nibbled your ear.