Foreword

"I want to know why you do it."
"Why I do what." he asked, stripping off his overcoat.
He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest.
"Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone.
"That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just want to know why."
I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. As my eyes drifted lower, I noticed a thick scar course from the left side of his abdomen, across his hip and down before disappearing beneath his waistline.
Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me.
"You're important to them."
His reasoning made my heart ache. As he turned to head to the bathroom, my next words stopped him in his tracks.
"What about you?"
He stood there with his back turned to me. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again.
"Am I important to you?"
Our eyes never wavered from each other. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. He didn't stop until he stood toe to toe with me.
His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. His hand traveled to my hair, threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and meeting my eyes, scorching me with the fire behind them.
"There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have."

Cover credit - @escape-from-realitys-stuff