You know something was amiss the moment you entered your apartment, sensing a presence behind you. Your reflexes took over as you reaches for a gun concealed beneath your coat. Before you can react, Luciano effortlessly disarmed your gun

"I tried, mi vida, I really tried. to let you go but my world crumbles without you" He held your hands firmly, the barrel of the gun brushing against your jaw in a non-threatening manner "Beside.. these delicate hands aren't meant for guns, mi vida"