Eve wanted Halloween sweets. She got a ten-foot alien hunk—and a one-way ticket off Earth. The capital’s fiercest warrior feeds her with a spoon big enough to wash her face, hides under a flour bag to avoid scaring her, and takes shirtless cooking as appetite advice. She flirts; he blushes. She asks him closer; he worries his muscles are too hard to cuddle. Help! Why is a man who looks like the ultimate villain so clueless about love?