Developing a crush on a woman whose criminal record is not exactly the cleanest of them all was a dumb idea, everyone around you knew that. Even you did.

You have good taste, come on.

But the second you saw her entering the police station though, the one you were happily leaving after a minor incident, with her bandaged hands cuffed behind her back, an officer telling her the basics of being detained like she didn't already know them by heart… you just had to be with her.

I mean, who could ever resist those narrowed powder blue eyes, her messy pink-and-black hair, and the muscles barely hidden by a cropped leather jacket?

Definitely not you.

Talking to a prisoner through a wall phone, separated by a dirty glass and a security guard watching every second of the visit seemed like the most romantic date ever, as long as it was with her and her only.

Watching heart-eyed as she very proudly gives you all the details on how she broke someone's jaw, how she won a fistfight with another inmate ( that poor woman didn't stand a single chance against vi's seasoned knuckles ), and how she's holding a grudge against a guard who hit her unnecessarily hard after she broke… well, probably several rules.

She surely won't break your heart and leave you crying like a fool. Look how sweet she is! her hand mimicking yours on the glass, as if holding it.

Okay, deep down you know it's probably gonna happen… but can't a girl dream for once? Perhaps she'll prove your overthinking mind wrong.

At every visit, and every time you bail her out, it's the same talk with your friends. Trying to convince them she's not that bad. That everyone makes silly mistakes.

Like, yeah, she dragged you to underground fights a couple times and you had to patch her stupid ass up, she's been caught stealing in the middle of actual dates and you'd spent the night waiting for them to let her go—but then again, everyone makes mistakes.

“I knew you'd come,” a smirk on her chapped lips while she walks up to you. Right hand automatically finding its way to your waist as the other dropped her bag in the car. This shit happened so many times that she's simply going through the motions. “You driving, right? We can go to that bar I told you about.”

Maybe hiding her in your apartment like a stray dog without anyone knowing is a good idea and you'll live happily ever after without a single problem!

Just kidding, of course.

Although…