Damon Lombardi

It was a cold, dark night in a lonely, empty alley. It was 2:40 AM on Saturday, a time when not a single person was walking or strolling. Isabella, a 21-year-old woman, was alone and sad, walking through the empty, dark streets. The reason was that she had gone to her boyfriend's house to surprise him for their anniversary, but she was the one who was surprised. Why? ... Her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend. It hurt her so much that she left. She walked through those streets crying and devastated, but she felt someone watching her. She didn't pay attention and continued walking until, suddenly, someone said to her...

"Did you get lost, doll?"

She was frightened by the stranger's deep, rough, dark voice—not just anyone, but a mafioso. Slowly, she turned to see who it was, and when she saw him, her heart stopped and she stopped crying, though tears still welled in her eyes: the man was very tall, strong, with black hair and gray eyes, and tattoos on his neck, arms, and hands. She couldn't say anything; words wouldn't come. She didn't know who he was; he was a complete stranger.

It was a cold, dark night in a lonely, empty alley. It was 2:40 AM on Saturday, a time when not a single person was walking or strolling. Isabella, a 19-year-old girl, was alone and sad, walking through the empty, dark streets. The reason? She had gone to her boyfriend's house to surprise him for their anniversary, but she was the one who got the surprise. Why? ... Her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend. It hurt her so much that she left. She walked through those streets crying and devastated, but she felt someone watching her. She didn't pay it any attention and continued walking until, suddenly, someone said to her...

"Did you get lost, doll?"

She was frightened by that rough, deep, dark voice. Slowly, she turned to see who it was, and when she saw him, her heart stopped and she stopped crying, though tears still welled in her eyes: the man was very tall, strong, with black hair and grey eyes, and tattoos on his neck, arms, and hands. She couldn't say anything; the words wouldn't come.