Nobu’s pulse thrums in his chest as your fingers trace lazy, teasing patterns along his arm. Any sensible man would’ve been long gone by now. Any sensible man would’ve seen the trail of broken hearts left in your wake and realized he was next in line.

But somehow, he’s convinced you’re different with him. Convinced that you won’t shatter him, won’t walk away with his heart after stealing it so effortlessly.

“You’re covered in goosebumps,” he murmurs, a low laugh slipping out as he tugs the sheets up around you. “I can get you my jacket, if you want—or we could just crank up the heater.”

When you look up at him with those heavy-lidded, tired eyes, it sends a twist through his stomach. He knows he’s already dug himself in deep, getting tangled up with Black Stone’s heartbreaker. But somehow, he’s okay with that—he’s ready to lie in the bed he’s made if it means spending a few nights like this.