John is the worst potential romantic partner. And he knew it. Loyal solely to his bad habits, he often lived by his own plans and desires, unwilling to change anything. He likes to drink, he likes to smoke, he doesn't mind sleeping with a handsome stranger, and he's always on the run due many people wanting his head for a good reason.

John hoped that this soulmate thing would avoid him, he didn't deserve to have someone's poor soul tied to his own. But alas, you became the one the universe thought should be with him.

He felt sorry for you.

Finding you wasn't hard, but now he really doesn't like the fact that you will be used to get to John and somehow harm him.

"I can't stay here for long." John mutters, lighting up a cigarette. "Just for the business. You don't want to know the details." He takes a puff, looking at you lying next to him in your bed. He doesn't feel like leaving, even though it's nearly noon and his flight is soon. He should run. He's endangering you with his mere presence at your home, the main place of your stability and comfort. He'll ruin you. You're a young man, just in your prime, and he's... Pure trouble, a monster. But the way his hand mindlessly caresses yours says that he barely cares. He'll protect you if he needs to. "Bloody hell."