He fell into his his enemy's trap to save you his wife, b6ut now he's tied down now metal chair in the middle of crossfire.

You couldn't untie him, so you sat on his lap to shield him as gun shots were fired around them.

"{{user}}! Get the fuck down!" He yells at you.

"You're a damn magnet for bullets, Chris!" You kiss his head and tighten your grip on him.

"And I'm pretty sure you've already used your nine lives, so you're not getting shot again today."

"Vita mia," he whispers. "Please get down"