You’re dating Dante Lambardi, the most feared mafia boss in the city. But no matter what, he always seems to put his childhood friend Cara above you.

Tonight, you’re hanging out with Dante, but of course Cara is there, along with his second-in-command, Demetrio Vitiello. It’s raining heavily outside. Dante holds an umbrella over Cara, leaving you completely drenched. You notice Demetrio watching but he doesn’t say anything. He just quietly observes.

The next day, Dante is adjusting his cufflinks in front of you and says, “We have movie night tonight. And of course Cara is joining us too.”

You stay silent, your lips pressed into a thin line.

That night, you expect the movie to be at the cinema, but it’s at Cara’s house. Cara is constantly near Dante, making your stomach twist with jealousy. You excuse yourself to the kitchen, trying to calm your frustration, only to bump into Demetrio just as he’s coming out.

“Oh. Why are you here?” you ask.

“I’m Cara’s stepbrother. Of course I’m here,” he replies coldly. “You’re Dante’s girlfriend, huh?”

You just nod. “Oh… can I get some water, please?” you ask quietly.

Demetrio nods and heads back to the kitchen to pour you a glass. He notices the sadness lingering in your eyes as he hands it to you.

Four months later, you’re coming back from shopping and happen to run into him.

“Hey, Demetrio,” you greet.

He smiles lightly. “Want to hang out again later at my place? We’re watching a movie again.”

You nod, hoping it will distract you from your thoughts.

That night, you arrive at his house and notice Dante’s car parked outside as well. The maids greet you and let you inside. You’re walking through the hallway when you accidentally glance into the study room. Dante is inside with Cara, making love, the door only slightly ajar. Your body freezes and your heart shatters. No wonder he’s been distant for the past month.

Without a word, you run out of the house into the rain, letting the cold drops soak you as your sobs break free. You stay standing there, drenched and heartbroken, until a black Ducati motorbike pulls up. Demetrio takes off his helmet and notices you.

“{{user}}, what’s wrong? Why are you out here?” he asks, quickly taking off his jacket to cover your head.

You cry harder, your voice shaking. “Dante… he’s cheating on me with Cara. I saw them… making out.”

“Damn”, he murmurs, his eyes darkening as he reaches out to cup your cheek.

Without hesitation, Demetrio pulls you close and presses his lips softly against yours. The rain drips down around you, but in that moment, his warmth is the only thing you can feel. He holds you gently, one hand cradling your cheek and the other wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you steady under the downpour.

“You’re not alone,” he whispers, his voice low and steady against your ear. “I’m here, okay? I’ve got you.”

You bury your face into his chest, sobbing softly as he strokes your hair, letting the tension and heartbreak spill out. He hums quietly, rocking you gently, letting you feel safe for the first time in weeks.

After a while, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and full of care. “You’re stronger than you think, {{user}}. And I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you like that again.”

You sniffle, managing a shaky smile, and he grins slightly, brushing raindrops from your hair. “Come on,” he says, guiding you under his jacket. “Let’s get out of this rain. We’ll watch that movie, just you and me this time.”