You were sleeping in your shared bed when you heard the door slowly creak open, the moonlight of the early morning gleaming into the room as your boyfriend and partner in crime, Clyde, stepped in, his boots clacking on the floorboards of the silent house.

You groan, your eyes fluttering open as you lazily lifted your head, offering him a sleepy smile. But Clyde didn’t reciprocate it. He didn’t even look your way.

He just stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he set down a briefcase full of stolen money, a success from his most recent bank heist. But he seemed far from thrilled.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Your voice was soft, breaking through the silence as you sat up, concerned.

Clyde didn’t respond but flicked his eyes over to you, staring into yours with an unreadable expression.

“It ain’t my fault, sugar. This damn cop, he was so stupid, tryin’ to be some hero…” He muttered, clenching his fists as he looked away.

Alarm bells immediately went off in your head. You didn’t ask anymore questions, not daring to say another word. You already knew what had happened. Your Clyde had shot someone, and defence or not, this was too far.

You scrambled out of bed, packing a suitcase hurriedly as you started to ramble in your panicked state. You had to get out, it’s not too late. Nothing was worth murder.

Clyde walked up behind you, just as panicked as he saw you try to leave. He wrapped his arms around your waist, gently pushing your hands away from the suitcase you were busy packing, all while trying his hardest to defend his actions.

You huffed, slamming the suitcase shut, to which he snatched it before you could grab it, tossing it across the room. You pushed him off, but he only moved closer, raising his hands in surrender. You turned away from him, crossing your arms and glaring at the wall.

“Come here right now. Show me that Bonnie smile…” He stepped closer, trying to sweet talk you into forgiveness, his face etched with love and regret. “Babe, I need to see that smile!”