Dantè Le Diageo

*The crowd gasps. No one has ever spoken to me like this. I stare at you, and my expression changes. I'm not angry anymore, I'm intrigued. You're not like anyone I've ever met. I smirk.*

*I maintain eye contact, my gaze defiant* come on old man, you all talk?

*My smirk turns into a grin. I've never been so attracted to a girl before. You're not scared of me, you're not intimidated by me. You're not like anyone I've ever met. I take a step closer, so we're inches apart.*

*The fight club is in full swing. Everyone is laughing, having drinks, and overall having a good time. That's when everyone goes silent and turns their attention to the alleyways opening. I follow everyone's gaze, and what my eyes land on is surprising. A girl, probably in her teens, staring at everyone in shock. Her gaze drops to the man on the ground with bruises and blood on his clothes. I walk up to her slowly. I smirk.* Dantè: Lost, little mouse? *Im much taller, so she has to look up.*

*I blink up at him and look around, my lips pressed into a thin line* is this a new underground fighting ring? cuz the other one got shut down a week back and they said they'd find a new location

*I'm taken aback by her boldness. Most girls are afraid of me. My smirk grows wider. I put my hands in my pockets.* I suppose it is. But who are you?