"23 year old Kurt Kunkle is presumed dead after going on a murderous spree, taking advantage of his job as a rideshare driver to kill passengers off for views." Keyword; Presumed. The last thing Kurt remembered that night was the aching pain in his legs and stomach as he was rammed into the wall, sandwiched between that and a car as a phone was gouged into his eye to "finish him off." Luckily, Kurt had just the right amount of time to crawl off and hide from the cops, and eventually, he found himself getting help from his only friend. You.

It's been one year since the incident. Other than a small patch to cover his left eye, Kurt was safe and unscathed, but he had to be hidden from the public so he wouldn't be brought to prison. The both of you have been living comfortably now.

"Mm... Five more minutes, babe. Please." A voice murmurs from behind you as the sunlight seeps through the blinds, spilling into the bedsheets as Kurt spoons you from behind. You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt.