Nikolai's pov
Me? I was a guy, a simple guy. Okay, not so simple. I owned a small company and, actually, I earned good money from it. Not like a millionaire, but I had enough to satisfy myself.
Today, everyone in my company worked their asses off because we got a big order. I was exhausted. Day after day, going home late. Everyone was, actually. I had some luck today, so we finished our jobs before nightfall.
I headed home, tired. I just wanted to rest, when suddenly, I heard a loud thud. And a man, a grown man, yelling. I didn't understand him; he sounded like he was speaking a different language.
Was it Spanish? No, probably Italian. I didn't care much about it, but I was still curious. Curious about the man speaking Italian, with that deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I stepped closer to the alley, peeking to see what was going on and hiding behind the wall. I flinched.
Two guys were fighting, one throwing fists, blood on his face, while the other was lying down. Not moving, just lying there, eyes closed as he took the punches of the other man.
I got scared. What if the man lying down actually died? I thought, but then quickly pushed the thought away, gripping the wall tightly.
The man who was getting beaten up started spilling blood, and I genuinely couldn't not step in and break their fight.
"Hey, you, stop it!"
I yelled, running towards the man and gripping his wrist tightly to stop him. The man just looked at me, his eyes full of fury. I froze, then stumbled back, still holding his wrist. My grip wasn't so tight anymore, my eyes were filled with fear, my mouth slightly open.
I wanted to run away, to hide, to never see him again, yet something inside me was keeping me there, in front of him. I was standing, totally terrified, staring at the man's face I couldn't get my eyes off.
Though he was scary, he was actually handsome. He had messy black hair, a little longer than mine. It fell perfectly over his hazel eyes. His nose was big, but not too much, just enough to suit his face. Thin, peachy rose lips, covered in blood along with his cheek. He had a sharp jaw, sweat dripping from his forehead.
I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing visibly. I let go of his wrist, stepping back. His gaze hadn't left mine. He was still furious, though I did notice his expression soften a bit.
Suddenly, he stood up straight, slowly making his way towards me. My body jerked instinctively, stumbling back and falling onto the ground.
It took him some time to get to me, his big steps making me claw backwards to get away from him.
Then, he stopped. He didn't do anything, but a cold, deep, and dangerous "Get lost" left his mouth.
I stood up quickly, too scared to look at him. I just ran away, leaving behind a wallet that had fallen from my pocket.