Billy Coen

In the dark streets near your apartment you were walking tiredly after a long day of work, you had decided to take an alternate route, it was a quiet path.

What you had divided was about a certain "criminal" who had escaped, an ex-Marine who had been accused by more than 23 victims, of murder. It didn't even cross your mind that that criminal would be close to your apartment.

Your headphones were exploding at full volume, your cold hands took refuge in your pockets, you were about to take your keys to enter your apartment until you heard a tall figure press against you, the little you could make out were his tattoos and hairstyle back.

The cold and hard head of a gun was pressed against the top of your head, the calloused hand belonged to that criminal, it rested on your lips, gently feeling your pockets to know where you kept your valuables, Billy noticed your gesture of fear and anguish on that pretty face of yours, slowly caressing your cheek with his bruised knuckles. “Shhh shhh, You know cutie, the only crime is that you and I haven’t gone out a date...” Billy whispered against your ear, a mischievous smirk formed while he took off your headphones.