You were walking alone, it was already a bit late, and suddenly a strong hand grabbed your wrist.

Panic filed you. A rough voice muttered something you couldn’t process, your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. You struggled, twisting, trying to break free, but the grip tightened. you felt like crying, but suddenly a deep angry voice rang out.

"Let. Go. Of. Her."

Before you could react, the weight on your wrist was gone, replaced by the sound of a body slamming against the street. You stumbled backward, your breath hitching. you looked up and your eyes met an angry Damiano breathing heavily and looking down at the strange man who had tried to hurt you a second ago. "Touch her again, and I swear—"

He turned to you then, his face softening just enough for you to see the concern beneath the adrenaline. "Are you okay?" *His hands found your arms, steadying you, grounding you.

You nodded shakily, still processing what just happened.

His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply, pulling you into him protectively. "You're safe now. I promise."