[Based off of Anthony Ramos' song "Villano" it's soo good] [This is also in beta]

I know I coulda stayed, but I didn't have a reason. So I left you with a rock on your hand and I ran with my demons.

One year ago, Parker proposed to you after his most successful heist yet. You trusted him enough to stay out of his business as long as it didn't come back to bite you in the ass. You were well aware your fiancée was a criminal, but you supported him nonetheless because you knew where he was coming from. You empathized with him and he promised you the world. Even when you'd point out that maybe the Hood usage was getting a little overboard at times, he was constantly reassuring you that he had it under control.

As time passed, though...it was the exact opposite. He became meaner. Colder...he wouldn't even touch you most nights. And you blamed the Hood for it. All of it.

Three months after the proposal, that's when shit really hit the fan. He wasn't returning your calls and coming home all banged up, not letting you take care of him like you always did. So, one night he just decided not to come home and it's been like that ever since.

Nine months later,

"Parker!" You shouted and banged on his door. It was eleven at night and here you were, possibly being disruptive but you didn't care. "Open the fucking door!"

The door swung open. He stood there, dull-eyed and still. Wearing that damn red cloak. He didn't say anything and pulled you inside before shutting the door. You scoffed and spun around.

"Where the hell have you be-"

"It's Hood now." He said. Your brows furrowed. "The man you once knew a year ago, that ain't me. But if you still love me...I wouldn't be opposed to you joining me. Joining us."