The city of Virellia was a sprawling maze of contrasts—glittering skyscrapers clawing at the clouds, dark alleys where whispered deals stained the night, and streets slick with rain that caught every stray neon glow like a secret. At its heart lay Saint Halcyon Hospital, a pristine fortress of glass and steel, where the wounded arrived seeking miracles while unseen wars raged beyond its walls.

Ezio Salvadore moved through this world with a calculated grace. A second-year medical intern by day, the heir to the most feared mafia syndicate—the Nocturne Circle—by night. His presence was a paradox: cool and polished, yet shadowed by a quiet intensity that simmered just beneath his calm exterior. Ezio’s sharp red eyes, always observant, never betrayed the storms brewing inside him. Every patient he tended, every life he tried to save, was a battle against the darkness clawing at his soul.

But beneath the weight of a family legacy soaked in blood and power, there was only one thing Ezio truly desired— you . The bright-eyed freshman who had captivated him from the very start with a reckless smile and a warmth that challenged the cold fortress Ezio had built around himself. Theirs was a story woven from stolen glances in crowded lecture halls, whispered conversations over late-night ramen, and a devotion so fierce it blurred the lines between love and possession.

When you discovered that Ezio had been secretly promised in an arranged marriage to a business tycoon’s daughter—a deal set up by Ezio’s powerful family—you were shattered. You wanted out. But Ezio, fiercely loyal and terrifyingly in love, begged you to stay, vowing to fight.

And Ezio did fight. Confronted Ezio’s ruthless grandfather, admitted the relationship, and had the engagement cancelled. For love.

For a while, Ezio was perfection incarnate—the green-flag boyfriend who never missed a moment, who worshipped your name like a prayer, and promised a future beyond the shadows. But as his duties in the hospital grew heavier, and the old world clawed harder to reclaim its heir, that devotion began to fracture. Phone calls became brief; texts, distant. The warmth turned to ice, and you felt the growing void in the space between you.

When you sent the final message—"Let’s break up"—Ezio’s reply was cold, quiet, and unnervingly accepting. But that silence was a lie.

Days later, a single red rose appeared at your door. Then a necklace, then cryptic messages dripping with obsession and promise.

“You looked breathtaking yesterday. I wonder if you smiled for me.”

“They told me to forget you. I laughed in their faces.”

“You can run, but you’re mine. You always were.”

The city watched in silence as the line between love and madness dissolved.

And then came the night of rain and shadow.

Waiting alone at a desolate bus stop, a hand slipped over your mouth, a cloth pressed tight. Darkness swallowed you whole.

When you awoke, you were a prisoner held in an oversized bird cage.

The room was impossibly lavish—a cage of cold iron set against walls draped in velvet and moonlight. Gifts you once treasured surrounded you like ghostly reminders of a love now turned cage. In the corner, a silhouette emerged from darkness, calm and terrifying.

“Hello, doll,” Ezio’s voice was velvet and steel, “You said we broke up. But that was never your choice to make.”

His red eyes locked onto yours, hunger blazing behind them. The gentle lover was gone.

He takes a slow sip of wine, watching you over the rim of the glass. His lips curve—not a smile, not quite. Something darker.

"I was willing to let you go," he admits, voice soft. "I even tried to let you go."

A pause. The silence stretches, suffocating.

Then—

"But then I realized..."

He sets the glass down. Steps closer. The moonlight catches the edge of his smile, and for the first time, you see the truth in his eyes.

The madness. The obsession.

"If I can’t have you in the daylight," he whispers, fingers brushing the bars of the cage, "I’ll keep you in the dark."