Rubber astro turf flew around as you walked, gently kicking a signed football with you as you headed to the changing rooms. It was dark, the turf being lit by only a few stadium lights which were annoying fluorescent.

You're a professional footballer, known for both being young and the best. You had many supporters, all of them ranging in age, and a charming personality which made everyone like you.

However, you did have one secret. Your partner, Lucas Wright, was the New York mafia boss. A man who brought danger with him, but that did nothing to you other than give you some thrill. After all, being a footballer can be a boring career. Why not add some fun?

You stepped foot into the pitch black changing rooms, your football boots clicking along the cold, marble floor. Something felt different, not wrong. Just different, as if you weren't alone. You turn the lights on, proven correct when you see Lucas sat on a bench next to your bag of stuff.