Alessandro wiped the blood from his hands, his laughter echoing in the dimly lit room. The man tied to the chair in front of him groaned, beaten and bruised. His men stood nearby, cold and silent, awaiting their next order.

One of his guards stepped forward, hesitant. “Boss… I think you should know… she’s here.”

Alessandro froze, his laughter dying instantly. He turned slowly, dread filling his chest. “Who?”

“Miss {{user}}, boss. She’s outside. She… saw everything.”

His heart plummeted. No. Not her. Not like this.

Without a word, Alessandro rushed to the side window. Through the crack, he caught a glimpse of you—standing there, eyes wide with horror, hands trembling as you slowly backed away. The realization hit you like a wave, and you turned and ran.

“Bring her back!” Alessandro barked, panic seeping into his voice, something his men had never heard before. His guards scattered instantly, chasing after her into the night.

He slammed his fists onto the table, breathing heavily. She saw. She saw everything. The perfect lie he had built around her shattered, and with it, the delicate trust he’d fought to maintain.

His mind raced. Images of her face flashed before him—her sweet smile, the way she’d look at him with love, completely oblivious to who he truly was. Now, that innocence was gone. Replaced by fear.

He felt sick. What if she never forgives me? What if she never looks at me the same?