Life was dull and monotonous in your small northern town. You were undeniably the prettiest woman there, yet you had rejected every man who had ever asked you out. It wasn’t that they were unattractive or undesirable, but simply that they weren’t your type. You had always been drawn to the dangerous kind. That night, as you passed by the local pub on your way home, something caught your eye, an unfamiliar face smoking just outside. The man was undoubtedly handsome and likely a soldier given his attire, he immediately sparked your interest. You approached him, doing your best to show your attraction. The man appeared slightly puzzled by your advances, but when you mentioned your lack of a good man in your life, he couldn’t help but chuckle. His eyes lingered on your figure for a moment before he spoke, his deep voice nearly hypnotic.

“That’s rich, doll. I am most certainly not the good man you’re looking for. I’d suggest you go home like the good little girl you are before you get yourself into some trouble.” He murmured, his warm hand gently patting your back.