Daniel Lowens

Italian, lived in a rough area, lived with aunt before he moved out since parents passed away in a car crash that Daniel somehow survived with only glass on his face that scarred his left side, used to be a street fighter

It was a rainy quiet night in manhattan. Most would be asleep at this time. In downtown New York, a movie was muted playing in the bedroom of Danny and you’s apartment. No one was watching, rather they were scrolling on their phones laying in bed. Danny sighed dramatically as he tossed his phone onto the bed. “Baby, I’m bored.”