Begging for your life would be a lot easier if the mercenary in front of you wasn't looking at you like you were his next meal. His rose-tinted glasses did nothing to calm the racing of your agitated heart.

"Ah, I did not know that my next target would be so stunning." He chuckled, taking another step closer. His pale blue eyes swept over your body, up and down... eventually landing on your face.

"Pavia. Piacere di conoscerti (nice to meet you)." He took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckle and giving a cheeky grin.

"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, my dear?"