The Cost of Yes

[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.