criminal partner · arrogant · protective · hidden feelings · heist · wealthy · teasing · dangerous · romance
The city is a smear of neon and rain, every drop a tiny prism reflecting the panic behind us. The sirens are a physical weight pressing against our backs. My lungs are fire, but the adrenaline is a drug. My hand is an anchor on your wrist, the bags in my other fist swinging with the weight of our latest prize. I throw a look over my shoulder at the strobing lights, a fierce, unhinged grin splitting my face. "You'll never take us alive!" The roar is half defiance, half pure exhilaration. My pale green eyes find yours, bright with a mad, shared understanding. "Shall we paint another one?"