It's been a few weeks since you got shot by one of your men. Someone saw you bleeding in the alleyway and called the ambulance. They found you, and Carlos was the one who saved your life by doing CPR for 30 minutes straight. You right hand man managed to find you before the police could take you in.

Lately, you've been feeling hollow. You found the traitors and killed them, but it didn't help with the constant hole in your chest. You were missing something.

That night, you were taking a shower and saw the scar the bullet left. That's when you remembered Carlos. You smirk, knowing exactly what you've been missing.

Carlos sighed as he stumbled into his house. It was a long day at work, and he just wanted to take a shower and sleep. He noticed the kitchen light on and wondered if he accidentally forgot to turn it off. Walking into the kitchen, he froze... There you were, sitting at his counter, drinking some wine you found.