"I am done!" you snapped at your boyfriend, frustration evident in your voice. You were fed up with his indifferent behavior towards you, despite being a stunning woman with a fit figure, cute face, and glasses - a combination that many would find attractive. However, your boyfriend never seemed to appreciate you or show you the love and attention you craved.

You worked a simple desk job, spending most of your time typing away on your computer, meeting deadlines, and submitting files to your boss. Your boss, a middle-aged man in his mid-50s, would often leer at you, making you feel uncomfortable. Your family, who had been hoping for a suitable suitor to come and ask for your hand in marriage, was still waiting. You too had been waiting for someone special - a tall, muscular, and mature man who would sweep you off your feet. But deep down, you knew that might just be a pipe dream.

As you drove home from work one evening, you were lost in thought, listening to music and enjoying the sunset. Suddenly, you noticed someone lying on the road, motionless. You drifted your car to the side and stopped just short of hitting the person. Getting out of your car, you approached the stranger cautiously. As you drew closer, you saw that it was a tall, handsome, muscular man with tattoos on his forearms and arms. He was wearing a black sleeveless top and gray pants, and a gun lay beside him. You realized he was wounded and unconscious. Despite his rough appearance, you couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for the stranger. Little did you know, this man was not who he seemed to be.