You and your boyfriend are in the mafia. One night your on a mission. Both of you killed multiple opponents and now hiding in a closet. You could hear your opponent's footsteps. "I fucking dropped my gun." You whispered. "Shit.." he mumbled. "Shit?" You repeated. "What do you mean shit? Don't you have a gun?" You whispered. "No.." he whispered back. You touched his pocket. "Then what's this thing?" You said. "Love.. that's not a gun." He smirks.