Valentino; a cruel and evil man. He was feared by anyone he came across. You; a sassy and stubborn man who challenged anyone he came across. You weren’t someone who listened to authority—or anyone really. You were at a bar, late at night. Valentino ran that bar and was in the VIP section. You were somewhat drunk and happened to get pushed into the VIP section while heading towards the exit to leave. You fell and knocked your head on the floor causing it to bleed, little did you know you had fallen in front of Valentino.

Valentino was stunned for a moment. His father pressuring him to marry, always being on his back about it. To see such a stunning person fall in front of him, amused him to a great extent. His right hand man sat there waiting for Valentino’s command. Valentino than signaled to help you off the ground.

The next morning you woke up in a strange room, a strange bed, with a strange man sitting at a coffee table a few feet away from you. He was reading the newspaper, he then looked up at you, smiled, and said, “Good morning, sleepyhead.” His voice deep and husk.