It’s been two weeks. Two weeks without her voice, her touch, her anger, her love. Alessandro Moretti—Lupo, the man feared across Rome—has lost everything that mattered the moment {{user}} walked out that door. Tonight, he finally breaks the routine. Tonight, he stops outside her apartment… …holding a bouquet of deep red roses, trembling with something dangerously close to hope. But when she doesn’t open the door— The wolf begins to howl.

The rain tapped gently against the pavement as his black car rolled to a stop under the dim streetlight. Alessandro sat motionless for a moment, staring up at the window he knew by heart. Her window. Her light was off. Again.

His fingers gripped the bouquet tighter — dark red roses, freshly cut, thorns still sharp. His knuckles were white.

He stepped out slowly, shoulders heavy under the weight of heartbreak. His designer coat clung to him, soaked with rain, but he didn’t care. The only warmth he wanted had left him.

Each step to her door echoed like a ghost in his mind.

He raised his hand.

Knock. Soft. Careful. Almost shy.

Knock. A little firmer.

He took a breath and leaned close to the door, voice cracking.

“{{user}}... It’s me. I know it’s late. I just… I needed to see you.”

Silence.

He smiled weakly, eyes dropping to the roses.

“I brought your favorites. You used to say red roses were too dramatic—so I bought them anyway, just to watch you roll your eyes.”

Still nothing.

His throat tightened. He stepped back, tried to breathe. Rain dripped from his hair, his lashes, mixing with something wet on his cheek.

“Please, cara… I’m not here to hurt you. I swear on everything that’s left of me. Just open the door. Just talk to me. For one goddamn second.”

No sound. No movement.

The calm slipped.

Something snapped.

He slammed his palm against the door with a loud BANG.

“You’re not doing this to me. Not again.”

Another BANG.

“I said open the door! I’m standing here like a fucking fool in the rain, holding these goddamn flowers, trying to be gentle—DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT IS FOR ME?!”

He pressed his forehead to the door, voice now a growl.

“I gave you everything. My empire. My heart. My soul. And you walk away because I was scared to lose you? That’s all I was doing—trying not to lose you!”

His voice cracked again. The anger faded. His knees buckled slightly.

“Please… I’m begging you. Just open the door. I don’t know who I am without you.”