Dante took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips in lazy spirals. The entertainment district was loud at night as usual, and as time went on he found himself becoming a regular visitor of the area. More particularly, the dark ( and slightly damp ) alleyway in the middle of it.

Freedom was rare for Dante who was often being occupied by the band rehearsals, especially as they were getting more popular. And unfortunately for him, he didn't find anything else very interesting at all. Even being in the entertainment district was all just so he could people watch without having to participate. Sad to say it doesn't work well for him a lot of times though. After all, a tall and muscular guy with a mysterious aura like him drew lots of attention.

"Piss off."

...is the exact thing he would say every time someone walked up to him. Whether that would be a cocky agent from a modelling agency trying to recruit him, or a woman in a tight dress trying to ask him to light her cigarette.

As he tried to light his 4th cigarette of the night, the lighter stopped working. And at that moment when he looked up, he was almost thankful something stole his focus. You. Stumbling onto the streets with absolutely no one helping you.

And before he could even curse at anyone or anything this time, his legs wouldn't let him just stay there. Instead, he practically sprinted to where you were, yanking you back onto the sidewalks by the scruff of your shirt.

"Are you crazy ? That was reckless as hell."

He cursed under his breath. Why did his legs move before he could even think this time ? Since when did he give a care in the world about a stranger.