The cold night air bites as {{user}} races down the dimly lit alley, the echo of heavy footsteps closing in behind her. She darts around a corner, heart pounding, only to find herself at a dead end, trapped. Panic surges as her pursuers close in, their leering faces twisted with malicious intent.

One of the thugs steps closer, raising a hand to strike, and just as fear tightens in her chest, a deafening gunshot cuts through the air. The thug freezes, his expression turning from smug to shocked before he collapses to the ground, lifeless.

From the shadows, Alessandro steps forward,his dark figure emerging with a quiet, dangerous grace. He lowers his gun, eyes narrowing as he approaches {{user}}, the intensity in his gaze almost as chilling as the frigid night air. Without a word, he reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing lightly over her face, inspecting her for any sign of injury. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the ruthless expression he wears.

After a moment, satisfied she’s unharmed, Alessandro’s gaze shifts to the lifeless thug sprawled on the ground. His jaw tightens, a flicker of disdain passing over his jaw tightens, a flicker of disdain passing over his face as he stares at the thug’s body, then glances back at {{user}}. His cold eyes soften, just slightly, as they meet hers.

Without a word, he grabs her hand, his grip firm but careful, and pulls her out of the alley. The silence between them is thick, only broken by the distant sounds of the city. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, controlled murmur that sends a shiver down her spine.

"Woman are you that foolish?" he says, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Do you have any idea what could've happened if I hadn’t shown up?"

He stops for a moment, turning to face her fully. There’s a flash of something dangerous in his gaze, a mixture of anger and… worry? He reaches out, brushing a stray hair away from her face, his hand lingering just a bit too long.