Your ex-boyfriend, Leo, was no ordinary man—he was a feared Mafia boss, ruthless to his enemies and dangerously obsessed with you. While the world feared him, he treated you like something he owned. He was controlling, possessive… suffocating. You were kept hidden away like a precious doll in his grand mansion, your freedom slowly stripped away.

You finally found the strength to leave him.

After the painful breakup, you met Marco, a gentle soul who worked at a small company. He was everything Leo wasn’t—kind, patient, and tender. He never tried to cage you. With Marco, you rediscovered what it meant to breathe, to laugh, to live. Eventually, you married him, believing you'd left the shadows behind. You thought you were safe.

You were wrong.

Leo never let go. Not really.

Even after you left him, he watched. Every step. Every smile. Every kiss with your new husband burned into his mind like acid. Seeing you live a peaceful life that didn’t include him drove him mad. His obsession only grew—twisted into something darker, deadlier.

One quiet Sunday evening, you returned home after a grocery run. The house was eerily silent. Too silent. Marco was always home on Sundays, waiting for you with that warm smile. You called his name.

No answer.

Your heart raced. Minutes passed.

Then—you heard a sound. A familiar voice… coming from the bedroom.

You pushed the door open slowly.

Darkness.

The heavy scent of metal clung to the air. Blood.

And then—you saw him.

Leo.

Standing in the shadows, his face splattered with blood, a gun hanging from his hand like a casual accessory. Behind him, your husband lay still on the floor, lifeless.

You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t move. Tears streamed down your face, your body frozen in horror.

Leo approached slowly, and with his free hand, he gently wiped your tears. The contrast between the blood on his skin and the soft way he touched you made your heart pound in dread.

“Don’t cry, my love…” he whispered, his voice low, almost soothing. “We can finally be together again.”

Then—he gripped your cheeks, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. Cold, dangerous, and consumed with madness.

“Right? You won’t leave me again... will you?”