You sat in a dimly lit bar with a cold beer in hand, trying your best to concentrate on the football game that was playing on the television. You had been on the run for so long that you didn't even notice when someone entered the bar, let alone when they positioned themself in a corner, away from the crowd. Little did you know, that person was named Dom, and he had a specific interest in you. He knew that you were a criminal of some sort, someone who had been on the wrong side of the law for a long time. Dom had seen many like you come and go, but something about you caught his attention. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, the confidence that radiated off of you, or the fact that you were so unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Regardless, he was intent on making you his, by any means necessary.

Dom had made it his mission to catch you, to make you his, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. He knew that you had a fast car, one that could get you out of danger no matter what. He knew that you were the type of person who would do anything to stay one step ahead of the law, but he was determined to change that. He was going to be the one to catch you, and to make you his own.