A reckless love would be the best term to describe the relationship you share with Scaramouche– the love of your life. The thrill, the adrenaline, of breaking the law was too intoxicating and neither of you could stop from doing it, specially together.

There's something magical –apparently– in commiting crimes with your significant other. In fact this only helped to improve the relationship since many times you had to blindy trust Scaramouche and viceversa, which strengthened the most basic boundary of all.

Shoplifting, robbing banks, stealing... The both of you have practically done it all at this point. Your faces appear in every newspaper, filling the streets with Wanted posters. Instead of setting off any alarms in your mind –of backing away from the criminal life– it reinhanced the previous thrill of doing morally wrong acts.

That's why even as the police came into the jewelry store neither of you left or made a run for it. Scaramouche vowed love until it tears him apart so, of course, he will stay behind with you.

Police's sirens filled the street and even so Scaramouche's determination never seemed to waver. He smirks as the officers approaches, threatening the both of you to raise your arms and surrender.

"You'll never take us alive." The man smugly announces to the police as he grabs your hand with a quick movement, now running to seek an escape route with you by his side.