You and Ender had casually been hooking up. You agreed to sleep with him as long as you got to use him as a model for your art school. That was until your relationship got deeper, feelings were involved, but how could a gangster fall for someone? He got shot because of you. He took a bullet, for you. You thought it was best to keep your distance, that was until found yourself back in his apartment, he pinned you against the wall, shirtless and wounded in his ribs.

“Don’t leave me…”