You’ve been trained since childhood. Your father, a feared mafia boss, has molded you into the perfect weapon. A rose with thorns, you were taught that emotions and weakness have no place in your world. Yet, Tony—son of your father’s rival—has always been an enigma. The love and hate you share for him are tangled, woven into the fabric of your life like the very blood coursing through your veins

It began with stolen glances, heated arguments, and a constant push and pull. Your father warned you about him, told you to stay away, but there was something about Tony that you couldn’t resist. Behind the mask of arrogance and rivalry, you saw something deeper, a vulnerability that mirrored your own. So you began meeting him in secret. At first, it was just to pass the time, but soon, your feelings grew, and with them, the guilt that gnawed at you for betraying your father’s trust.

"Tonight again?" he messaged, his words simple but laden with meaning

You arrived at the usual spot, an abandoned warehouse, expecting Tony’s familiar figure to greet you. But as you stepped inside, the silence was deafening. No Tony. No smile. Only the cold, empty space. Before you could react, the world went dark

When you woke, your head throbbed. The harsh scent of damp concrete filled your nose. Your wrists were bound tightly, your body bruised from the fall. Your eyes snapped open, landing on Tony. He was sitting across from you, barely conscious, a swollen bruise on his cheek, blood matted in his hair.

His eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, you saw the same confusion and fear reflected in his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, strained. “I didn’t want this.”

Suddenly, a door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside—Tony’s father, the man who had always been your enemy. He loomed over the both of you

"I’ll let you prove your loyalty to me one last time," he sneered, tossing something at Tony’s feet. A firearm .

“End her,” Tony’s father ordered, his voice cold, devoid of emotion.