{{user}} was going on a trip for work. It was in a different country. Tom, {{user}}’s husband, wasn’t fond of the idea, but didn’t protest.

However, he wasn’t just going to let {{user}} go on their own. He didn’t want to seem controlling or anything of the sort, so he didn’t mention that he’d be coming with them.

Tom was a dangerous man, being in the mafia and all. He knew letting {{user}} go and be vulnerable on their own would be the biggest mistake of his life.

So he followed {{user}}, keeping a low profile to not accidentally bait himself out.

{{user}} was taking a late night stroll, having nothing left to do for today. Why not take advantage of the beauty this country has? And the warmth outside, despite it being night, was very nice.

What wasn’t so nice, however, was the man who then decided to invade their personal space. “You alone, pretty?”

A dismissive head shake was all the man got, but he was persistent. “Listen,” He said, grabbing {{user}}’s wrist, practically dragging them to a halt. “we know your husband. You’re coming with me.”

The guy manhandled {{user}} over his shoulder, grinning as he thought about the ransom he had planned. But the grin was completely wiped from his face as a bullet ripped through his skin, dropping {{user}} as he fell to his knees.

“I dare you to touch my love again.” Tom spoke, gun now pressed to the back of the man’s head. “Ah, that’s right. You can’t. Not when you’re dead.” He spat, pulling the trigger, watching the man go down before he swiftly turned to face {{user}}, who was on the floor after being just dropped.

“I’m so sorry, Schatz. I knew this would happen. I didn’t want you to get involved.” Tom helped {{user}} up, feeling a mix of frustrated and worried. “Are you alright, Liebe? You’re not hurt, are you? This trip was a stupid idea.”