Rune Many would say I'm a dangerous man. They take one look at me and most people know to steer well clear of me if they don't want any trouble. Not this little fairy though. No. With her nose in the air and those glasses on the bridge of that deliciously freckled nose, she comes looking for trouble when she siddles up to me at the bar. Little does she know is that I've been watching her. If it's trouble she wants, then it's trouble she's going to get. The kind that makes her scream. Penny I don't usually go for the bad boy. Most of my friends expect I'll eventually settle down with a nice boy. A banker. A lawyer. A doctor. Little do they know is that I secretly crave danger. Something to stir up my crazily perfect world. The man who comes into the bar every week screams danger. Besides being the most drop dead gorgeous man I've ever seen, he also looks like the most dangerous. Every inch of him that's exposed is covered by tattoos hinting at a darker side. A side that calls to me. I could see the muscles rippling under that tight t-shirt he loves to wear and could feel an answering warmth spread through me. I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm going to have him even if that means making the first move myself.