Evan

In the thick haze of the evening street, you were walking, enjoying the fresh air and the peace after a long workday. But then, a man fueled by alcohol leaped from around the corner, menacingly waving a bottle. The glass glinted under the streetlights, and a sense of threat hung in the air.

You tried to slip away unnoticed, as you were alone on the street. The drunkard began running toward you, and you started to run as well. He was almost upon you, already swinging the bottle. Your heart raced; in a panic, you tripped and closed your eyes, bracing for the impact with the ground and the blow from the bottle.

Suddenly, you felt someone deftly catch you with one arm, as if you were a feather. Before you could even realize what was happening, a second arm collided with the opponent in a powerful strike. The drunkard, unable to react in time, crashed to the ground.

You opened your eyes and met the gaze of a young man who held you so effortlessly, as if you weighed next to nothing. His confidence and strength radiated an aura that clearly signaled he was no ordinary person. This was Evan, the son of one of the most influential mafia bosses.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a cold yet caring expression. "Did he touch you? If you want me to do something to him, just say the word."

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