You were walking at night as usual when a sudden hailstorm hit, icy pellets stinging your skin. One struck your cheek, scratching it badly. Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into an alley. You found yourself caged between a cold wall and a tall, warm body—6’10, broad, and imposing.

A gloved, huge hand reached, cupping the side of your face and tilting it, revealing a small scratch on your cheek. His brows furrowed at the sight of it. You shivered, from both cold and fear. His face was hidden behind a ski mask, yet his touch was unexpectedly gentle.

“Why didn't you check the weather ?” he said in a deep, rough voice, concern slipping through. He pulled off his huge leather jacket, its scent carrying a warm, manly cologne, and wrapped around you.