He’s made up his mind already— he knows what he wants. He’d get you to break eventually, to intoxicate yourself with the poison and eat away at the fortress surrounding your heart.

It’s the way you do anything— one blink and he’s on his knees.

And despite his cockiness and bravado, he loves it.

Buuut…

It’s hard to swoon a person when you have to say the one thing everyone hates to hear—

“Nuh-uh, not this time, honey.”

Another day, another set back from his ultimate goal. He’d never get anywhere when all they want to do is go on a mission and all he can do is say fuck no.