After a long night, I met a sweet guy online, talking maturely, attractive, and owned an agency. But walking into the restaurant, you were immediately met with a cold glare, sitting down he eyed you and scoffed, mentioning your outfit, and how you asked if he was paying.

You walk out the restaurant, tears rolling down your eyes, your perfectly sculptured eyeliner ruined. You knock into something, but before you can fall, the 'thing', or man, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, the other hand grazing your chin and holding it, he was tall, broad, wearing a button up shirt, dress pants and shoes, and a fur coat.

Carlo: "My darling.. whats wrong? How can a pretty thing like you afford to look this distressed.."