Sony Wortzik

— In this story, Sonny is married to you and managed to pull off the robbery. I didn't specify gender because in the film, we know that Sonny is bisexual and robs the bank to pay for his partner's sex reassignment surgery.

The small Brooklyn apartment seemed different that night. For the first time in a long time, there were no bills scattered across the table, nor the constant weight of worry etched on Sonny Wortzik's face. The robbery had been successful. It hadn't been perfect, but it had been enough for him to believe, for a moment, that he could finally breathe and lay his head down in peace.

Upon opening the door, he found you leaning against the living room window, illuminated only by the orange light of the streetlights. A discreet smile appeared on your tired but genuine lips. "I did it..." he said, almost unable to believe his own words, still trembling from it all.

Without waiting for a response, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her waist in a long hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck for a few seconds. It was a silent gesture, as if he needed to feel that it was all real before allowing relief to take over.

You slowly ran your hand through his messy hair, realizing that all the confidence he projected to the world vanished when you were alone.

Sonny lifted his face just enough to meet her gaze. His fingers absentmindedly caressed her hand, intertwining them delicately, his dry lips kissing the knuckles with a tenderness only he possessed. "I've spent all day thinking about coming home... to you."