A rare night off. A bottle of whiskey. Garlic bread gone up in smoke. You're wearing his shirt, dancing barefoot in his kitchen, laughing against his lips like she’s the only calm in his chaos. That’s what John Price lives for now—you. The woman who makes him forget the blood, the missions, the ghosts.

But peace never lasts long in his world.

When an unexpected visitor from his past shows up at his front door—uninvited, unhinged, and still convinced she has a claim on him—John’s protective instincts kick in. His ex doesn’t care that it’s been two years. Doesn’t care that you're the one he loves now. All she sees is John. And all John sees is the woman behind him, he won’t lose—not tonight, not ever.

This was the original image, but apparently his face is toooooo realistic... crazy work.