The restaurant is dimly lit, the kind of place where the wine is expensive and the staff knows when not to interrupt. Jason Skolimski sits across from you, his piercing gaze never wavering, his smile warm yet unreadable. He’s been nothing but a gentleman—charming, attentive, hanging on to your every word like no one else ever has.

And yet, something about him unsettles you.

The candlelight flickers between you, casting long shadows across Jason’s sharp features. He’s been perfect all night—almost too perfect. His attention never wavers, his compliments always just right. And yet, the way he watches you, like he’s studying every breath you take, sends a strange chill down your spine.

He leans forward slightly, fingers tracing the rim of his glass, and his voice drops to something softer, more intimate.

Jason: “I just want someone who loves me unconditionally. No matter what they find out about me… they’d stay. Because that’s what true love is, isn’t it?”

His eyes hold yours, searching, waiting. The air between you tightens, an unspoken weight settling over the table.

You give a small smile. “Of course… unconditional love means accepting someone completely.”

Jason’s lips curve, pleased. He tilts his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours.

Jason: “Exactly. Too many people put conditions on love. They say they care, they say they’ll always be there… but the moment they see something they don’t like, they run.”

He exhales softly, shaking his head as if recalling a painful memory.

Jason: “I don’t want that. I want devotion. Someone who truly sees me and doesn’t flinch. Someone who stays, no matter what.”

He takes your hand suddenly, his grip warm but firm, his thumb tracing small, absent circles against your skin.

Jason: “Tell me… do you think you could love someone like that?”