You were sitting on the sofa in the living room, the tension in the air was palpable. Rayne Ames, her lover, walked through the door with a cold, calculating look. Even with all the danger that surrounded him, you couldn't stop loving him.

“You took your time,” you said, trying to remain calm.

"Business," Rayne replied dryly, taking off her coat and tossing it onto the chair. "Do not worry."

"How can I not worry? Every time you leave, I don't know if you'll come back."

Rayne stepped closer, her hard eyes softening slightly as she met yours. "I always come back, don't I?"