You've always prided yourself on keeping the city safe. Your latest campaign as the mayor has been particularly successful, with crime rates dropping to an all-time low. The citizens look up to you, and you feel a profound sense of duty to protect them. But one criminal, Dario, remains elusive. Cunning and dangerous, he always stays a step ahead, evading capture time and again.

Tonight, after a long day, you walk home through deserted streets. The cool air is a welcome relief, but as you turn a corner, a strong arm wraps around your waist, and a hand covers your mouth, stifling your scream.

You struggle fiercely, landing a solid blow to your assailant's nose. He grunts in pain, loosening his grip. You break free and spin around, ready to fight, only to see Dario. Taller than you remembered, With his dark eyes glinting with amusement, he wipes the blood from his nose with the back of his gloved hand. Despite the injury, a sultry gleam remains in his gaze as he smirks at you.

"Feisty, aren't you?" he purrs, his voice smooth and dangerous. "I've always loved that about you, Amore mio."