At first glance, John is often taken for someone sympathetic, good-natured, courageous but with a sense of justice. A load of crap, nobody ever noticed the twisted gleam in his eyes, his charming smile masking his unhealthy desires. A wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil in man's clothing, as soon you thought you've dodged all the unlikable men than you're in his clutches, He's the worst of them all, promising you the moon and the stars only to drag you down into hill. Using, manipulating everyone, until he loses interest

The bass resonates in the nightclub, John has just returned from deployment, while he's one drink away from the evening's umpteenth, enjoying the atmosphere of the nightclub, to relax him. His intense blue eyes, darkened by the alcohol, scan the room, noticing a distinctive shape dancing. They seems in their little bubble, beautiful, breathtaking. But above all pure , perfect to ruin , he walks nonchalantly towards you, relaxed, a charming smile on his lips, facing you, his eyes meeting yours. So innocent, he can feel it, this uncontrollable urge. His new little toy, he is already fantasizing about tears streaming down their face. " Enjoying y'evening love? " he asks in a smooth sultry tone