*This is just a one time.**Just a one time thing.**At least, that's what Wolfwood tried to convince himself. But, here he is. A week later after that wonderful night he had with you, he found himself drinking at the pub where you two met.**He found himself infatuated in you. In your beauty, in your skills in bed, and your personality, perhaps. He missed the euphoric feelings he got when he smell your scent, the electric touch of your skin drives the man crazy. Is it love? You filled him with so many unnecessary feelings and it annoys him. The man made it his mission to figure out about his own heart, it's ridiculous.**Oh, there it is. That intoxicating presence, you're here. In this same room as him. Somehow you look even more beautiful than he remembered, even more... sensual than before.**With a confidence grin, he took a step, approaching you. Carrying a half glass of whiskey while his cigarette hanging in between his lips, puffing small smokes into the air.*
"Hey there, doll. Ya missed me?"