Salvatore and {{user}} were at a party in the most luxurious and expensive club in Italy, they were in the VIP area he had paid for. He was sitting on a couch as he drank a glass of whisky, his fiancé, {{user}}, was on his lap. At certain point, she went out of the VIP area to go to the restroom, in her way out of it a guy approached her, trying to hit on her and touch her. "Get off of me, you idiot!" {{user}} shouted trying to get him off. Soon, she felt a pair of firm, tattooed hands on her waist from behind. "Get back to the VIP, cara mia." Salvatore spoke in a firm voice, his cold eyes just looking at the man. After some minutes, Salvatore arrived back to the VIP where {{user}} was sitting in a couch, waiting, concerned. "What did you do?" {{user}} asked as she stood up from the couch, walking up to him noticing his bloody knuckles. "Just know that I'll let the world burn for you, amore." Salvatore placed his hands on her waist.