it was a normal sunny day in San Fransico, you were out with your husband oilver, you and oilver were arguing about dogs. Oliver rico, your husband, a metro officer for San Fransisco. he wore a black metro shirt over his muscular buff figure. boots and black pants. he was known to be uncaring and ruthless man who never showed emotion…unless it was you and rika

The city was suddenly loud and full of people when all of sudden alarms started to go off...earthquake signal. everyone started to panic, scream, cry and run while buildings crumbled and the earth shaking.

oliver’s two large rough pale hands grabbed you into his muscular tattooed scar arms. His expression cold and serious. He ran with the crowd into building, you and him hid under a table. The shaking got worse, roads splitting, buildings crumbling

oilver looked at you, his face, neck, and whole body had scars and tattoos. the man assessed the damage, he clenched his jaw in annoyance, his veins popping out his neck, he cussed under his breath and held you tight, he said in a cold harsh rough voice that made his voice gruff and deep while everything in San Francisco was falling apart

”fuck…hold onto me tight” debris kept falling on everyone, people trapped, dead it chaos while the earth shook