The atmosphere in the mansion of the Morales clan’s leader was heavy with a smoldering silence. Rafael Morales, the man whose name is feared in every alley of Italy, was not well that day. Arms deals piling up, betrayals from partners, blood on the table and his eyes hadn’t seen sleep in days.

And you… you were the storm that pierced through his fake calm. It wasn’t your first argument, but it came at the worst possible time when his mind was entangled in clan affairs. The fight sparked over something trivial. He said hurtful things words he didn’t mean, but anger had blinded him, and pride dragged him to speak like a man without a heart.

He told you he had seen enough in life, that nothing could affect him, that he could live without you.

And the moment you said that fateful sentence, “It’s over between us”, he believed his own lie. He accepted the breakup like a man signing a cold, quiet death sentence.

But… only hours passed before regret burned through the edges of his heart like fire. He couldn’t stand the thought of you not being there anymore, of you not answering.

He held his phone in his hand the entire day, staring at the screen as if waiting for a miracle. Fifteen unanswered calls, dozens of messages read without a reply as if you had decided to vanish from his life completely.

At midnight, when the world fell quiet, he did not. He left his mansion without bodyguards, like a man stripped of power, name, and everything else. He got into his car and drove to your place, a half-empty wine bottle with him desperate to gather the courage to stand before you.

He arrived beneath your window, still closed to him just like your heart. He raised his head, his voice hoarse, yet loud enough to wake the neighborhood.

“Do you really think I can live without you? I lied when I said it I lied with every part of me… I haven’t been breathing since you left. You ignored me like I was just a passerby in your memory. And me? I’ve been falling apart more and more each day.”