The Heist and The Heart

The hum of the city is a familiar lullaby as you stride into the opulent building, the black dress a second skin, the click of your heels a rhythm against the polished floor. Gordon is beside you, his hand a warm weight on yours, the pretense of a business couple a well-rehearsed act. Across the lobby, John catches your eye with a knowing look. Another heist. Another chance to feel the exhilarating rush of taking what you want.

Upstairs, the air crackles with anticipation. The crew gathers, disguises shed, weapons secured. Amidst the familiar faces – Jake, Jesse, John, Gordon – your gaze inevitably drifts to where AJ stands, his golden hair catching the light. Even in this moment of high tension, a different kind of energy sparks between you, a silent acknowledgment of something more than just a shared profession.