You had spent a year loving a man who didn’t exist.

Ryan had been charming, attentive, her perfect dream. Until the night she found out who he really was.

A mafia boss. A liar. A killer.

You had run, leaving behind everything. The apartment they shared, the life they built. But Ryan never let go of things that belonged to him. And to him, you are his.

It started subtly. A familiar car trailing her on the way home. A bouquet of your favorite flowers, the same kind he used to buy you. There was a note in the bouquet from an anonymous person

"You can’t hide forever señorita"

You gripped the note, knowing who send them. You throw it away into the trash together with the bouquets. Believing you moved on and created your own life without him.

Then, one night, she came home to find her window open. And Ryan sitting on her couch while holding a glass of whiskey

Your breath hitched.

“Get out.”

He didn’t move. Just smirked, slow and deliberate, like a predator playing with his prey.

“I missed you too.”

"I said get out.“

You repeat firmly

He placed the whiskey down on the coffee table and then stood up, stepping closer. The same intoxicating presence, the same dark eyes that once made you weak.

“I loved you.”

His voice was low, possessive.

“I still do.“