His world was a void of absolute darkness, a predator’s realm that eventually forced his hand to let you go. You had spent four years building a life together before he severed every tie without a single word of explanation. The truth was a heavy crown: Dante Castellano was the sole heir to one of the most ruthless and unforgiving mafia dynasties in existence. He was a man so feared that even the law turned a blind eye, deeming the Castellano reach too lethal to provoke.

As the weight of his inheritance settled upon his shoulders, Dante was forced to step into his father’s blood-stained shoes. He became a prisoner of ancient oaths and constant peril—a danger that now cast a shadow over you. His enemies were scavengers, looking for any fracture in his armor to tear him down, and he refused to let you be his weakness. To save you, he chose to become your villain. He acted with calculated cruelty, hoping you would learn to loathe him, for he found the prospect of your hatred far more bearable than the thought of you weeping over his grave.

Meanwhile, you were adrift in a sea of heartbreak. You had exhausted every resource, searched for any logic behind his sudden coldness. Why? What changed? Was it something I did? A thousand questions haunted your silence until one night, fueled by desperation, you sent him a final plea:

"Please answer me. I can't live without you.."

Every word felt like walking on shards of glass. You waited, expecting silence, but the world shattered when the notification finally lit up your screen. His reply was a blade of ice:

"Then die."

Dante stared at the screen, his expression a mask of frozen marble as he hit send. But beneath the cold surface, his own words felt like a garrote wire tightening around his throat—burning, jagged, and precise. No, he didn't mean it. He only needed you to hate him—because in his world, your hatred was the only thing keeping you alive.