Ethan was running out of options.

The heist had gone sideways fast. What was supposed to be a simple job. Get in, get the cash, get out-had turned into a full blown chase through the city streets. His crew scattered, sirens blaring behind him, and now he was alone with nowhere to hide.

Then, he saw you.

Walking alone, unaware of the chaos just blocks away. And just like that, he had an idea. Before you could react, strong hands grabbed you, pinning you against the cold brick wall. A gasp escaped, but a low, urgent voice stopped you cold.

"Don't scream. Don't move."

Your pulse pounded as you took in the man holding you-broad-shouldered, breathless, eyes sharp with desperation. Then-his lips brushed your neck.

Footsteps followed. Fast. Loud. Getting closer.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw them-officers scanning the street, flashlights cutting through the dark. And suddenly, it clicked. He wasn't trying to hurt you. He was hiding.

To anyone passing, you looked like just another couple lost in the moment. The police rushed by. Seconds stretched. Then, finally, the man pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Thanks for your help sweetheart.“