The morning there was a blur. You had spent eight months prepping for this trial. And this was it. The day you could finally put Dorian Salvatore behind bars.

You arrived at the Courthouse early, only to find him and his own law team waiting there already. Tall, well built, inked hands- Dorian. You hated him, but even you could admit... he knew how to wear a suit. "Ah, well, if it isn't my prosecutor." He grinned, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"You smile now," You grumble at him. "But you're going to jail today, Salvatore."

"I'll put on any cuffs you put on me." He drawls. "Why, you absolute-" "Wait." Dorian shushes you. His spine is rigid, his frame tensed. He scans the hallway, eyes widening for a fraction before a deafening boom erupts in the room.

"Get down!" He yells, lunging towards you. Amidst all the chaos, the ringing in your ears, you faintly remember a well-known rule amongst the mafia - protective what you care for the most.