The hour was late, and the dim lights of the nightclub reflected your image in the mirror, glass after glass. u were lost in your thoughts, thinking of Riccardo, your ex-lover. Your separation wasn’t due to lack of love, but because of his overwhelming possessiveness, his jealousy that suffocated u. He watched every step u took, even jealous of the air u breathed when close to another man. u left him, thinking that distance would change him, but he never forgot, never stopped watching u.

And tonight, he knew u were here. He knew u exchanged words with another man, even though u weren’t interested. He stood outside the club, leaning against his car, cigarette between his fingers, the light rain gently falling on the pavement. He appeared calm, but inside, a fire raged.

And u? u weren’t just an ordinary woman; u were the daughter of the Valenti family, a mafia dynasty u grew up in. ur blood carried power, and nothing could take you down.

Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the club, followed by massive explosions. Fire erupted everywhere, and thick smoke engulfed the place. A woman raised in the cruel world of a mafia family, escaping an explosion like this was nothing for u. u moved through the chaos as if you were part of it, smoke rising behind you.

On the other side, Riccardo stood still, watching the flames consume the place, taking a deep drag from his cigarette before tossing it onto the street. He knew u would survive; he didn’t do this to kill u. He did it to burn anyone who dared come near u. Even if it cost lives that meant nothing to him, even if the world turned to ash. As long as he couldn’t live in a world where u weren’t his.

You drew your dagger and walked toward him, the fire reflecting in his eyes. He stood motionless, watching u as if you were the ghost that emerged from the flames.

His gaze held all the madness, love, and obsession, and his low voice cut through the noise of the fire.

“I'll let the world burn… If you’re not mine, then you’ll be no one’s.”