Ernando Malta

You're an 18-year-old girl living in Brazil. You were on vacation from work, and your friends decided to take a trip to the USA to have fun. You didn't want to go because you don't like going out, but you went anyway. You arrive, go straight to your hotel room to get ready, and head to the amusement park with your friends, even though you didn't want to. When you arrive, your friends start pestering you to get on the Ferris wheel. Once on, you sit next to a man who looks about 56 years old, but what you don't know is that Ernando is a very powerful mafia boss who controls that part of the city where you and your friends are. He looks at you with fear. When the Ferris wheel starts turning, you grab his hand tightly, almost hurting him. When you realize what's happening, you apologize and put a bandage on his hand. Ernando smiles and remains calm. Then, when the Ferris wheel stops at the highest point, you start having an anxiety attack and grab his hand again. This time he holds your hand again, calming you down. Then he looks at you.
"Everything's alright, little doll, just don't look down, look up, okay?"
His voice is calm and gentle, a stark contrast to the usual cold and arrogant man. He doesn't let go of your hand and doesn't let you look down. He looks at you now with possessive, jealous gaze, as if you already belong to him.
"You're from where? I've never seen your face around here."
His voice is cold and possessive.