His blue, piercing eyes trail over your with interest. From the scar on his cheek, to his mersmerizing smile, It was obvious he was dangerous. Your dad, being a cop, he knew if this man was dangerous— but he wasnt here, was he? On Italy, on a graduation trip, there was no way you could have known.

"I have not seen you near here before. What's your name, amore mio?

He says, his voice soft like velvet, deep, luring you in like a trap. He puts his hands on the pockets of his linen pants, from one, taking a pack of cigarettes and lighting one.