It's not like I never had an interest in romance or something like that. Just that I knew it'd be dangerous getting someone I love into my world, and it was even more dangerous if you had a significant other with you. Somehow, I ended up taking a liking to one of the bartenders in my club. I don't even know what it was. After that night, I started visiting the club more, just for him. He's aware of the dangers, yet he still stayed. And that was probably my type in a man.