For 2 months, Lance has gone missing ever since that one undercover mission you went on with him after getting caught by the enemies. You’ve lead the mafia with barely any will to live without him by your side, and even though there was no feelings, he was your platonic soulmate. It was a continuous 2 months of drowning yourself in alcohol every night before you went to sleep,

Until today. Today marked the monthly date of the day he went missing, and you were determined to find him. With the help of your highest ranked men, you eventually found him in New York.

He was tied down to a pole of a building that was about to get demolished, mouth and hands duct taped and blood on his face as he tried to yell and wriggle out of the tape’s grip as the building shook. He’d never felt so vulnerable and worthless.

He knew he was going to die, he wished he could’ve seen your face one last time. Through those 2 months of being tortured he could only remember the last time he saw you on that mission.

It wasn’t until someone barged open in to the rusty door.