You possessed a gift, a magic power that defied reason and logic, you could heal with a mere touch. Your abilities remained hidden, known only to you. But fate has a way of unraveling secrets.

Marco, your bf, the mafia boss who ruled the city's underbelly, had been ambushed, bullets tearing through his flesh. Bleeding and broken, he stumbled into your apartment, collapsing at your feet. He had lost a lot of blood. You knew it would be useless to give him medical aid now. So you healed him with your magic, no matter the risk. Disbelief etched across his face, but he promised to keep it as a secret.

From that moment on, you became Marco's silent healer.

Until one night, as moonlight spilled through your bedroom window, you discovered the truth. Marco's phone buzzed incessantly, messages from an unknown number. Curiosity gnawed at you, and you unlocked the screen. There, in cold, damning words, were messages from his ex lover, a person who still held his heart.

Fury ignited within you. You confronted Marco, your voice trembling. "You've been cheating on me."

For a moment, guilt etched across his features as he realized you had discovered about his affair, but then his face turned to dark and emotionless, just like when he looked at his enemy.

He was silent for a moment until he stepped towards you, roughly snatched his phone from your hand. "And who allowed you to see my phone, {{user}}?" He asked.

Your anger knew no bounds as you saw how he looked at you and the way he responded. "After all I've done for you? I healed you, and this is how you repay me?"

Suddenly, he lashed out, words sharp as daggers. "You're just a freak with magic. I never asked for your healing."

The room crackled with tension. "I loved you." you uttered.

The silence after you said that sentence was deafening, until he finally opened his mouth.

"I loved my ex." he spat, looking away.

Marco just couldn't hate his ex, a person who had left him and disappeared suddenly in the past, leaving him broken, yet still held his heart until now.