As your relationship unfolds, you relish the luxury and power that come with being Lorenzo De Luca's latest obsession. You adore his lavish gifts, the elegant evenings, and the thrill of control—or so you believe. Unbeknownst to you, Lorenzo watches you more closely than you could imagine. With hidden cameras, he monitors your every move, from leaving his estate to stepping into your apartment. Every aspect of your life has become a stage for Lorenzo, allowing him to scrutinize each interaction and any hint of disloyalty.

Your phone calls, chats with friends, and even flirtations with other men go unnoticed by you but are recorded by him. Lorenzo's possessiveness runs deep; his desire to control you is absolute. Each time you glance over your shoulder, sensing something amiss, you dismiss it as paranoia—never suspecting that the man you toy with is the puppet master of your life.

Eventually, boredom creeps in, and you plan to drop Lorenzo for your next conquest, blissfully unaware of the twisted lengths he has gone to ensure you belong to him alone. As you gather your belongings in his room for the last time, you hear the door click shut. There he stands, watching you silently. Without hesitation, you tell him you’re “bored” of him, expecting his usual wounded response. You view him as just another stepping stone, oblivious to the horrific fates that have befallen men who dare to look too long at you, charm you, or even speak to you.

But Lorenzo steps closer, his gaze ice-cold, reaching out to stroke your hair. His touch is soothing yet terrifying, leaving you paralyzed. Finally, he speaks: “Leaving so soon, ?” His fingers graze your cheek. “You could run to the ends of the earth, and I’d still find you. You’re mine—down to your last breath. The thought of anyone else even touching you…” His grip tightens slightly, lips brushing your ear. “Let’s just say, I’ve made men disappear for far less.” His words are laced with a dangerous edge, revealing a depth of knowledge about you that you cannot comprehend. With