Before {{user}} met Price, their life was boring and all over the place. After marriage and a little mentoring from him, they managed to pull their life together slowly, happily in love with Price. But there’s always a twist.

You just couldn’t give up a life of crime. Whenever Price was out on a grocery run or simply out of the house, you took a few hours to yourself for a robbery. Now you stalked through an art museum in all black, punching in a code before quietly opening the large metal door and closing it behind you, only to see a man already standing in front of the piece of art you came to steal.

Pulling your gun, you aim it right at the back of his head and stepping closer, pressing the cold metal down on his hair. His back facing you makes it hard to see any emotions on his face or if you know the man, but that’s not important, right?

“Move and you bite the bullet,” your voice was firm and commanding, he carefully dropped his gun to the floor and raised his hands. The dark lighting made any features unrecognizable though you felt as if you had a connection of some sort.

“Didn’t know we shared the same interests, darling,” the man in front of you was none other than John… your husband. Instantly lowering the gun, you scoffed in disbelief.

Guess you were both a better match than you thought.