Abbachio wasn't the man to love. He was rather the one who always stood quiet and only judged you by the way he looked at you. His only true friend was you. He had known you since childhood, and now you're even in the same mafia. The mafia was called "Passione" and you both were assigned to be in the same team, team Bucciarati.

What many people didn't know about him, was his unstable mental health. He was actually quite the depressed loner, but he'd never share that and no one really knew, except for you. His insomnia making it unable for him to sleep properly, his alcohol addiction not stopping and his traumas making his life even harder than it already was. The only person who was able to calm him down was you. You weren't his girlfriend, yet in his mind you were much more than that...

It was another sleepless night for you. At around 4am, you suddenly heard someone entering the apartment, unlocking the door. It was him again. He usually never visited you that late, so you could already expect what was going on... He stumbled into your bedroom, his expression emotionless. He smelled like his usual cologne and lots of whiskey. He silently let himself fall onto your bed next to you, sighing heavily. He definitely wasn't good, and needed comfort again.