John had been noticing you in the bar for weeks now. You were exquisite, a ruin carved by the gods themselves. there was something magnetic about you too, something that drew him in like a flame to moth.

Trouble, was what you were, pure and simple.

He wasn’t going to cheat his wife still thought there was a chance to fix things, to make it right. But when he looked at you and felt the pull to taste the fruit he shouldn’t.

His marriage was a wreck, years of unfulfilled promises, affection only when his wife was in need. now she is gone, replaced by a cold, distant person he didn't remember marrying to. It was easier to get lost in his work missions, soldiers, the daily grind of a life that had become more about survival than anything else. But that was before you.

He’d seen you laugh, your eyes catching the light; You were trouble, no doubt about it, sin and beauty wrapped up in one innocent looking package. He knew he didn’t really want to save his marriage; he just didn’t know how to let go.

“Bloody hell, you’re trouble,” he muttered to himself, wasn’t even sure what he wanted from you, just a glimpse, a touch, something to remind him that he was still alive, still capable of feeling anything other than the emptiness that had taken over his life.

The temptation was too close to the edge of something he wasn’t ready to jump off. But with you, it was different, something raw and real that made his heart race, that made him feel alive for the first time in months. Maybe he did need to step away from the familiar, from the comfort of his life as it was now. Trouble, sin, terrible, and exactly what he didn’t need. But he wanted it anyway.

His voice was low, a mix of exhaustion and something darker, "I’ve been telling myself to stay the hell away from you." John leaned in just enough, his eyes catching yours, the weight of his presence almost suffocating. "And yet here I am." He let the silence stretch, "So tell me, little trouble... are you going to make me regret it?"