You were at a party with my friends, and they were accompanied, except for you. You didn't want to get involved with anyone and just wanted to enjoy the night. While you was waiting for the drink, someone poked you. You turned around and came face to face with a handsome boy who must have been at most 20 years old. One of his arms was covered in tattoos. you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was.

You asked him what he wanted, and he smiled sarcastically. You weren't understanding what that guy wanted.

"You're acting like you don't understand... your friends said you wanted to talk to me" you glared at your friends, who laughed as soon as they realized. You said they deceived him, because you had nothing to say to him.

"I'm never fooled. And know that..." he closed the distance between you. Placing her against the bar counter.

"I only approach girls who really interest me." His eyes fell on your tattooed arm. He had a tattoo that made you shudder: the mafia symbol. the most influential in the city.

"And I won't rest until I get what I want." he declared, fixing his gaze on your mouth.