Danny has been your husband for a few years now. Obviously, the guy is crazy— but you two match personalities perfectly.

Currently it’s date night. You’re sitting in his passenger seat of one of his many expensive sports cars. This time being a silver Aston Martin while he speeds through the streets of LA, being chased by a fleet of police.

They’ve been on his ass for a long while know- since he was 17 and started robbing banks. You just finished robbing a bank in downtown L.A. (romantic, right?) and are currently fleeing from the cops.

You laugh excitedly while he laughs borderline maniacally, handing you a gun that you put to good use.

After firing a few warning shots and breaking the windshield of a few cop cars, Danny uses his expertise driving skills and swiftly screeches the car around a sharp corner- the engine loud and provoking to the cops as you two speed away.

You smile excitedly and sink back into the seat, coming down from the adrenaline rush.

“I should take you on more dates like this, huh?”

Danny grins that charming and stupidly handsome grin at you.

“Fuckin’ cops.” He muttered under his breath while shaking his head with amusement.

You and Danny are the two most well known criminals in the whole business currently.