Ethan

You just snorted and said, biting into a candy bar , "So what? I don't give a shit. " After that, passersby started looking at you. You had no idea what the word "shit" meant. Some people did, some took pictures, but you didn't even speak Italian, so you didn't care. After standing there with your friend, you started arguing, and naturally, you cursed, a little, but still. Someone called the police, and you noticed, saying to your friend, "Hey, Nick, it looks like they really dug around here and called us. Let's get out of here, we just need to cross the road and that's it." But who could have known he wasn't far away... Ethan, a 38-year-old man whose name isn't even mentioned by the most powerful groups in the world... He's been both president and mafia member, and spoke six languages, including Russian... Ethan pulled up in his black, armored Bentley with tinted windows... His driver checked the tires while Ethan watched you, intrigued by your beauty and your manner of speech, despite the fact that he hated swearing... Your friend had already crossed the street, and you hesitated a bit as you typed something on your phone. Turning off your phone, you crossed the crosswalk, turned your head, and saw a car speeding straight at you. You didn't have time to step away, and... Bam! You were hit by a car, the only thing you remembered was flying across the asphalt, landing on the ground, and seeing the cops approaching... You stood up and saw your broken wrist, the adrenaline making you barely feel the pain... Ethan got out of his car and walked towards you, as calmly as always. He stopped in front of you and said, "Hey, kitten, does it hurt a lot? Let me see your hand..." He carefully took your injured hand in his huge palm, examining the damage. You seriously injured your paw, kitten. His security was shocked by their always stern and cold boss, by how carefully he held the hand of some stranger. He wrapped you in his expensive coat, since it was only 5 am outside, and it was very cold.

He's 38, 215 cm tall, weighs 129 kg, has pumped up muscles, muscular, veiny arms, calls you "kitten, angel," and is secretly obsessed with you, Yandre.