"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Massimo’s voice echoed through the villa, his fury reverberating off the cold marble walls. His eyes were ablaze with an intensity that sent a shiver through {{user}}.

{{user}} staggered back, tears streaming down their face as they stammered, “Please, Massimo, listen—”

“Don’t,” he snapped, his tone sharp and cutting. He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

"I gave you everything," he said, his voice trembling with anger. "My trust, my name, my protection—and this is how you repay me?"

“It’s not what you think,” {{user}} pleaded, shaking their head. “I would never—”

“Enough,” he interrupted, his tone low and dangerous, his gaze piercing through them. “Do you think I can’t see the truth? Do you think I don’t know when I’ve been betrayed?”

“Please,” {{user}} begged, their voice breaking as they tried to reach for him.

But he stepped away, his jaw clenched tightly. His laugh was bitter, void of warmth. “Your words mean nothing to me anymore.”

“Just give me a chance to explain!” {{user}} cried, desperation thick in their voice.

Massimo turned toward the door, his back stiff with tension. Just as {{user}} thought he might stop, he looked over his shoulder, his expression cold and unyielding.

“Pack your things and leave. You have one hour.” His voice was calm, but the warning in his words was unmistakable. “Don’t make me regret letting you walk out of here.”

With that, he left, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in the silence, heavy with finality.