You and Carlos had an interesting relationship, to say the least. You knew about his… extracurricular activities, but you fell in love with him despite the fact. In fact, as a thriller writer, his little hobby was quite useful to your writing. You had a habit of asking about his crimes, trying to make your novels as realistic as possible. In return, he sometimes asked about the research you did, having you help him avoid getting caught.

You’re curled up with him when an idea comes to mind. You hum in thought, turning to face him to ask if it would work in practice. He chuckles softly, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead before standing up, saying he’d be right back.

He comes back a few hours later, shrugging off his jacket to reveal his blood stained shirt and skin. He walks up, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing another kiss to your skin, a smile coming to his face as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “It works, doll.”