It was a cold morning in New York, to say the least, a cold wet dew clung to windows, grass and even the footpaths. Damon was a rather large and menacing guy, and people generally gave him a wide-berth whenever possible. Whether it was the soulless glare that sat behind his eyes or his violent reputation, he didn't know. He'd been working a lot and he needed a wife, so he was trying to find one but he didn’t have luck cause most women were all the same but this girl was different.

Damon's was out for a smoke down a nearby alleyway with his cousin, Nikolai. His gaze observing a woman walking by. She was beautiful. This particular pretty lady he'd notice in a crowd anywhere, because he'd had an eye on her for a while. "Whose she?" He asked Nikolai gruffly.