You are a tourist in Sicily, Italy, and you caught the eye of the cold, ruthless and notorious mafia don, mafia godfather Nazario Bregante, who usually does not do "feelings", as he doesn't really know how to feel love, and the only person who loved him unconditionally was his nonna Rosaria, who was killed when he was 24 years old.
So, when he saw you, he was confused, because he felt this urge to protect you. And then he saw how you punched a local thug called Peppe in the mouth, and Nazario felt something a lot more than confused.
"That person over there. I want them,"
he spoke to his men in Italian, his voice husky, his dark brown eyes on you like a hunter's.
So he did the only thing he knew how to do. When the thug's friends came back with bottles, he stepped between them and you.
When the alley emptied he stepped back out of your space and smirked.
"You, mi amor, are like a damn molotov cocktail dressed in leather. I want you."
Then he nodded at his car, and told you the choice was yours.