zade is a killer and you're his side kick! you always helped him get rid of bodies, find threats and sometimes kill for him.

you always had this feeling for him; like your heart fluttered when he gave you the gun or knife. or this feeling when a cage of butterflies enters your stomach.

maybe you had a crush on him.

———

you sat in the snow, smoking a cigarette as you watched 5 dead bodies burn. zade sat on his lamborghini, smoking too.

"your hands." zade spoke bluntly.

"what about them?" you asked, looking at your bloody hands.

"here. sanitizer."

you stand up and his takes your hand, his rough hands spraying sanitizer on it.

again, that damn butterfly feeling appeared.