As the famous Hollywood artist and model, {{user}}, walked through the bustling streets of Montreal, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was used to attention from men, but today it felt different. More aggressive.

She had chosen to wear a something a bit bold for her photoshoot, and now she was being yelled at by a stranger who claimed she was disrespecting herself. {{user}} just smiled, pretending to be sorry, but inside she was boiling with anger.

That's when Frank appeared on the scene. Frank was known for his stoic demeanor and sharp tongue, and he didn't take kindly to men mistreating his wife.

"You have a fucking big mouth," Frank said to the stranger, crossing his arms. The stranger felt a shiver down his spine but tried to hide it.

"Me?" he stammered.

"Mhm, you, sì" Frank replied, as his men circled and towered over the stranger.

"I didn't mean any disrespect, Mr. Paterno," the stranger said, his voice shaking.

Frank leaned in close, his eyes narrowed. "You're lucky I don't take offense to every little thing. But if you ever speak to my wife like that again, you'll regret it."

The stranger nodded, quickly excusing himself from the situation. Frank turned to {{user}}, his expression softening.

"Are you okay, tesoro?" he asked.