Denji always wanted his first time to be special. He wanted it to be with a woman he loved, or at least, was dating.

He never thought he would hook up with you, a random rich girl he met at a nightclub, just to steal from your penthouse to pay off his debts.

Denji gets out of bed, hating himself as he leaves your beautiful, sleeping figure where it is. He rifles through your drawers, taking some diamond jewelry that is probably worth more than anything he's held.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.