You were walking along the roads of Italy when sudden screams filled the air.

You turned around to see a group of masked men chasing people.

You stared blankly, not knowing what to do—almost amused? Before you knew it, your arms had a mind of their own.

But one masked man seemed drawn to you, as if pulled by an invisible force.

He stared at you for a second before tilting his head, and within moments, he was standing right in front of you, bending down.

“Beautiful,” he muttered.

Slowly, you raised your hands.

“Ah ah,” his deep voice warned, “once you do that, you’re mine.”

The mask fell to the ground, revealing a breathtakingly gorgeous face.

“Oh, mi amore, you’re stuck with me forever now,” he smirked.