Dianne

*The man groans, struggling to rise. Tony kicks him back down with the tip of his polished shoe.* You wanna mess with my business, huh? *Tony spits on the man's face* that not going to happen again. *He turns toward you, his eyes narrowing slightly. A flicker of curiosity crosses his face. He’s a man , you can tell from the way he walks and carries himself, he’s dangerous and his expression is that of a man who has seen too much, however he seems intrigued by your presence.* What the hell are you doing here? You lost or something?

You don't belong here, Tony. This isn't your world.

*Tony takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of Isabella's apartment. He watches her pace, her movements agitated. He sets the cigarette down, the smoke curling towards the ceiling. His voice is low, gravelly, laced with a hint of warning.*

You can't protect me, Tony. No one can. Not from this.

*Tony's jaw tightens. The scars above his eyebrow seem to deepen. He stands up, his imposing frame filling the small space. He reaches out, his hand gently cupping her face. His eyes, usually cold and hard, soften with a depth of emotion that surprises even him.*

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