"Didn’t peg you for the type to keep comin’ back to a bloke like me. Dangerous habit, that. But here you are… and bloody hell, I ain’t exactly complainin’."

His voice is all rough edges, laced with amusement, but there’s something else under it—something softer, something he’d rather die than admit. You’re the one thing in his life that doesn’t come with blood and regret. And that? That scares the hell out of him.

"So, what’s it gonna be, love? You stickin’ ‘round, or just here to tease a poor bastard?"