(Present day)
Rome, Italy.
The sun was out and its brilliant rays were shining gleefully on Jean Haverton's perfect face. A chiselled jawline, as sharp as broken glass, set in a rigid frown even in his sleep, with a head full of dark messy curls.
A woman with dark waist length hair yawned beside him, naked with a smile on her face as her eyes fluttered open to the sight of Jean next to her.
He groaned as the lady sat up in bed, her movements and the sun finally becoming a disturbance as he slowly regained consciousness and turned over. His eyes opened, the frown on his face seeming like a permanent feature as he looked around in confusion before finally realizing he wasn't alone.
