The room is heavy with tension as James stands beside you, his hook knife glinting under the dim light. The man tied to the chair in front of him stammers and pleads, but James doesn’t care, his eyes sharp. He presses the knife’s tip under the man’s chin.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t finish this now,” James says, his voice deep and rough. Your heart races, not out of fear, but something darker, a thrill that makes your pulse quicken and your cheeks flush. Watching James like this, so utterly in control, it’s… hot. James’s gaze flicks to you, catching the way you’re watching him. His smirk deepens, and his voice drops even lower.

“Darling,” he says softly, stepping closer, “Enjoying the show?”

You bite your lip, the words barely a whisper. “Maybe.”

James chuckles, brushing his fingers against your waist. “I knew you would,” he murmurs.

He turns back to the man, his tone commanding. “Start talking. Now.”

The man’s eyes widen, his voice breaking as he spills everything. James finishes quickly, not wanting to waste time away from you, he cuts his neck.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice firm.

You follow him without hesitation, the cool night air hitting your skin as he glances down at you. “Admit it,” he murmurs. “You found that hot.”

“Maybe,” you reply, your voice steady but tinged with excitement.

James leads you out of the room, his white shirt stained with blood, his hook knife cleaned and tucked away. “Clean up this mess,” he tells the Twins quietly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Let’s go,” he says as he starts walking, his eyes intense, his grip tightening on your hand. “But first,”

You don’t even hesitate. “First what?”

James looks down at you, his smirk returning, and before he spoke, his lips pressed against yours. The kiss deep and passionate before pulling back.

You follow him into the night, the cool air doing little to soothe the heat in your veins. As he leads you away, you can’t help but think the blood splatter on his shirt, something most would find unpleasant, you find hot.