IMAGINE BEING IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH HELGA AND ROURKE FINDING OUT ABOUT IT.

Helga had folded her arms across her chest, as Rourke stared her down. Helga knew that kissing you was risky, that someone could see - and she definitely didn't want Rourke to see. But she still had placed a light peck on your lips at that alley, before you left to work again.

"C'mon Lieutenant, you can't be serious. L/N?" Rourke pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don't have time for such useless relationships - you can smooch each other as much as you like when we're back in the surface again, with the Heart. You can buy a nice mansion for yourself and them and make yourselves comfortable but here such sentimental relationships could be your demise. Remember why we're here? And how Thatch and L/N get along so well too? I doubt they're going to stick with us when we're going back from this land of these savages."

"I can assure you Commander, Y/N... I mean L/N is not going to betray us." Helga stared at Rourke and he let out a snort.

"Do you really believe that or do you say that because you want to believe that?" Rourke shook his head. "I'm telling you, L/N is not going to come with us. They're too empathetic for these... people."

And with that, Rourke left Helga alone in that alley, leaving Helga glaring behind him. And deep down, Helga knew that you were kind-hearted, and that could end in your betrayal. Helga didn't want to see you get left behind, but all that money she would get from the Heart would make her the richest woman in the whole world.

But if it cost her your love... would she be able to do that to you?