The Burglar.
Dominick's POV
I wandered inside the woods desperately. Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the silence—my name, it was unmistakably Luna's voice.
"Luna?" I called out, my heart racing as I searched the darkness. "Luna, where are you?"
"Dominick!" Her voice was filled with fear, and I hurried towards the sound, my senses on high alert. Following the direction of her voice, I soon found myself near a cliff, and what I saw made my blood boil.
There, on the edge of the cliff, was Luna, struggling beneath the weight of a fucking bastard. His hands were groping at her, trying to undress her. Rage surged through me, and I saw red.
"Get off her you fucking bastard!''With a fierce growl, I charged towards them, my fists clenched. In a swift motion, I grabbed the man, tearing him away from her, my fist connecting with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.