Out of everyone, he never thought he'd fall in love with someone like you. He used to be so confused on why his heart seemed to beat a little faster when you were around, or how he enjoyed your company even more then Bendy's. But that one night when he had seen you sitting outside, the moonlight shining down on you in a way that nearly made you look angelic, it seemed to click.

...But he couldn't be with you.

He was an assassin. A thug. A mobster. On top of the underworld, only beneath the man he worked for, who's identity he wasn't allowed to give away. He loved you so much that it hurt, but if you two ever got together, it would be nothing but pain and misery for you. He'd end up dragging you into his and his brother's mess, and at worse, the boss would find out and you might end up dead.

So why, WHY, was he here, in your bed, holding you in his arms? Why was he here, listening to you mumble and yap, and even talking a lot himself? Why?

...He didn't know. But he wished he did. He wished he could tear himself away from you, push you away like he's done with everyone else. But he couldn't. Even if he tried, he couldn't bear the thought of losing you.