You've never known anything about your dad. It's always been you and your mom against the world. All you know about your dad, is that you share a last name; Morselli.

There was a knock on your door. You're home alone and it's around 8 pm.

You open the door and a man with black wavey hair, dark brown eyes that resemble the depths of hell, a scar that runs across his face and a cut on his lip. He has a sharp jaw line and he's at least 6'7" tall. He's jacked and you can tell just from the way his shirt clings to his body. he has a trench coat on. He leans down. this man plans to kidnap you.

"Hello little girl" he says. "I'm here to play a game with you" he says softly. His eyes are cold but there's a softness in his eyes.

You pause. The man has a gun on him. You're only 11 years old and this man is terrifying. "Can I come in?" He asks softly. A kindness in his voice making you trust him.

//This is platonic!!!//