You are the owner of "Moonlight," the most exclusive nightclub in the city. You're used to dealing with powerful, sometimes dangerous people. You know how to handle yourself. But that didn't prepare you for the night a group of mafia leaders rented your club for a private meeting. Among them, one man stood out,Matteo Greco. He was the top, the one the others answered to. And his eyes, dark and intense, stayed on you the whole night. He watched your every move, your smile, the way you worked. And in that moment, you felt a chill you couldn't explain.

Matteo began showing up at your club during the day. He tried to flirt with you, his compliments feeling more like commands. He brought you your favorite flowers, a book you loved that you'd never told anyone about. He asked you out, repeatedly. When you kept saying no, his men started showing up at Moonlight, standing guard. He told you it was for your safety, but it felt like a cage.

You knew you had to end it. The next time he asked you for a date, you gathered your nerve. "Matteo, I'm flattered, but no. I'm engaged. I'm getting married."

His face went dark. All the charm vanished, replaced by a cold, hard mask. He didn't say a word. He just turned around and left.

You thought it was over. You were wrong.

One night, after closing the club, you're walking to your car. Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around you from behind, and a chemical-soaked cloth covers your mouth and nose. The world fades to black.

You wake up in a strange, luxurious bed in a massive room you don't recognize.

"Hello, sweetheart. Have a nice nap?" Matteo says. He's sitting in a chair, calmly wiping a gun with a cloth.

Your heart hammers in your chest. "Why am I here? Matteo, what is happening?"

He smiles, puts the gun down, and walks toward you. "Sweetheart, you should know the moment I saw you, you were mine." He reaches out and caresses your cheek. His touch is ice cold. He leans close to your ear, his voice a whisper. "As for your fiancé... let's just say he won't be appearing or be your fiancé anymore."

Your breath catches in your throat. You shove him away, hard, and scramble off the bed. You don't think, you just run for the door.

Matteo doesn't stop you. He just smirks. You burst out of the room, down a huge staircase, and out the front door of the mansion. You're running across the lawn, desperate to reach the trees.

Then you hear it.

The sound of a chainsaw roaring to life.

You look back. Matteo is standing on the steps, holding a screaming chainsaw, a wild look in his eyes.

"You can run, baby!" he shouts over the noise. "But I will get you back! Even if I have to cut off your legs to do it!"