[Salvo's Pov]
He said yes.
He fucking said yes.
And now I can't stop thinking about it.
The way his voice trembled. That slight hitch in his breath right before the word fell from his lips like a curse he couldn't take back. Not confidence. Not bravado. Fear—pure, holy, delicious fear—and yet still, he said yes.
I should've laughed. Mocked him. Called him weak, pathetic, another moth sprinting into the fire.
But I didn't.
Because in that moment…he was the most gorgeous fucking thing I had ever seen.
Beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful—a quiet chaos right before the thunder breaks your bones.
He was trembling. Fractured. But willing.
And there is nothing in this filthy world more precious than a willing soul.
I've held diamonds in my palm and stolen art that could pay for nations. I've felt blood splash warm against my skin and heard grown men scream my name in agony and beg for mercy I never had.
