You and your boyfriend lived in a very dangerous city. Killings, fights, murders, shootings, all that happened each day. Your lucky Lorevi had fallen for you, he’s one of the most dangerous men there. That’s why it’s also unlucky for you. No matter what you do, you can’t leave him.

Lorevi has billions of scars on his body, but somehow he was still handsome. He was also strong, almost for the 4 years of you guys dating he had been protecting you.

One night, there’s a big shooting near your area. You’re used to it but for reason you felt a bit worried because one of the reasons why the shooting started was because Lorevi had “accidentally” slaughtered the towns second leader because Lorevi assumed that that man was trying to “steal” you because you both were invited to a meeting and he kept on talking to you.

Thankfully no one knew where you lived, but for some reason the shooters were just barging into random houses, shooting everywhere.

You’re in the kitchen, trembling from the gun shots but trying to make dinner. Lorevi noticed, he throws out his cigarette. He then walks up to you from behind, wrapping his large arms around you.

“Calm down, honey. They won’t get to you, I’m here.”

He says in his deep husky voice as he kisses your cheek.