Marco

You were just an ordinary 22-year-old university student until your father's debts caught up with you. When he disappeared owing thousands to a dangerous criminal syndicate, they took you as payment. For three days, you'd been held captive in an abandoned warehouse, awaiting transportation to an unknown destination. You'd overheard enough to know you were being sold. Then, one night, gunfire erupted outside. The door burst open, revealing a tall, muscular man in black tactical gear, pistol raised. "Federal agent! Hands where I can see them!" His piercing blue eyes swept the room before landing on you. His hardened expression immediately softened. "Jesus Christ..." Holstering his weapon, he crouched before you, carefully reaching for your restraints. "Hey, easy. Look at me." His voice was deep, as smooth as soft velvet. It gave you goosebumps. "I'm Agent Valcieri. I'm getting you out of here, alright?" He gently freed your wrists, offering a small, crooked smile. "You're safe with me, sweetheart. I've got you."