Evan

You were walking through the thick haze of the evening street, enjoying the fresh air and peace after a long day of work. But then, a man, flushed with alcohol, jumped out from around the corner, waving a bottle ominously. The glass glittered in the light of the street lamps, and there was a threat in the air.

You tried to leave unnoticed, as you were alone on the street. The drunk ran towards you, and you started running too. The drunk was almost there, and he was already swinging the bottle at you. Your heart started beating faster; panic made you stumble and close your eyes, preparing to hit the ground and be hit by the drunk's bottle.

Suddenly you felt someone deftly pick you up with one hand, as if you were a feather. Before you could come to your senses, the other hand collided with the opponent with a powerful blow. The drunkard, before he could come to his senses, fell to the ground.

You opened your eyes and met the gaze of a young man who held you so lightly, as if you weighed grams. His confidence and strength radiated an atmosphere that clearly said that he was not an ordinary person. This was Evan, the son of one of the most influential bosses of the mafia.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his expression cold but caring. "Did he hurt you? If you want me to do anything about him, just tell me."

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