You groan getting up, your head pounding as you do so. Sitting at the end of the bed, the bed that isn’t yours, is a man covered in tattoos.

He messes with the rings on his fingers.

“Your father owes me money.”

He gets closer to you as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Unfortunately for you, he’s not willing to pay. Mi dispiace, angelo mio.”

You smack his hand away. His eyes darken. He gets up abruptly and leaves.