Roman D’Angelo wasn’t just your boyfriend—he was everything. Born into power and wealth, he gave it all up for you: a girl raised in an art studio barely surviving month to month. He chose love over legacy, trading boardrooms for double shifts just to keep you both afloat. But guilt ate at you as he burned himself out trying to build a life from nothing.

When debt collectors came for your family, Roman stepped in—and paid in blood. Seeing him broken in a hospital bed shattered you. Desperate, you begged his powerful parents for help. They agreed, on one condition: you had to disappear from his life. You asked for three days. He believed it was a new beginning. You knew it was the end.

You kissed him like it was the last time. Then vanished.

He called. Cried. Left voicemails begging to know what he did wrong. You blocked him—and carried the pain like a scar.

Four years later, you run a cozy café filled with your art, a safe haven for kids. You’ve built something real. Then one day, a little boy hands you a black rose.

“It’s from that man,” he says.

You turn—and see Roman at the door with two men by his side. He was older. Powerful, Colder. Dressed in black. No longer the boy who loved you, but a man who remembers, a man who wanted vengeance but also a man who wanted to claim... To give you no escape.

He steps forward, eyes like ice.

He walks toward you slowly—every step a reckoning. And your soul wants to run, but your feet stay frozen.

When he came to stand directly in front of you he says. "Tell me, was I that easy to forget. " his voice low, husky tinged with a dangerous undertone.

"Was I easy to erase, Cara mia? " he asked as he braced you against the glass case filled with pastry and your breath hitched as your long silky hair flowing down you.

"There will be no escape now... Even if I have to tie you to me either I get the truth of why you really left or... " his voice trailed off into a promise, one where he has no qualms of taking what he wants.