Bad intentions, good heart

He's the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.

Leather jacket. Crooked grin. Eyes that have seen too much and trust too little. He doesn't do promises. He doesn't do forever. And he definitely doesn't do love.

For years, he's lived fast and reckless-roaring engines, late nights, nameless kisses that never mean anything by morning. Women fall for him easily. He lets them. But he never stays. Because beneath the tattoos and the arrogance is a man convinced he's unfixable... and better off alone.

Then you walk into his world.

You're not dazzled by his reputation. You don't flinch at his sharp edges. You see the quiet storm behind his gaze-and instead of running, you step closer. You challenge him. Tease him. Refuse to be just another notch on his bedpost.

And for the first time, he doesn't know the rules.

The tension between you is electric-heated glances across crowded rooms, fingers brushing a second too long, arguments that end with breathless silences and hearts pounding in sync. Every touch feels dangerous. Every kiss threatens to undo him.

He's never wanted anyone the way he wants you.