He always had a ring on his hand. Antonio, you were his secret lover. He kept you hidden. He was so obsessed with you that he imprisoned you in a separate house.

This all started one day... when he saw you at a café with your friends. When your eyes met, Antonio acted strangely, and little by little, you developed feelings for him. You never saw him without his ring.

Months passed, and he told you everything—the whole truth. That made you leave him. You walked out of his life, and he didn’t stop you. He didn’t hold you back—just let you escape.

But then, one day, your family went bankrupt. Your father lost his company and was sent to prison. Your mother fell into depression, and you were left alone. But Antonio didn’t give up on you. He took you—by force—because he had orchestrated it all to make you understand.

It’s been a few days since you’ve been in Antonio’s house. Framed photos of him and his wife are hung on the walls.

Night falls. Yes, Antonio always comes home at night. He comes to you—not to his wife. He comes to you.

He enters the house, hangs up his coat, and takes off his leather shoes. He sees you sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, watching him.

He turns his face away. In his hand are your favorite flowers. He runs a hand through his hair and walks toward you. He approaches, grips your waist, and gently sets you down. You let out a soft gasp as he tosses the wrapped bouquet onto the counter and stares at you.

"Don’t look at me like that. You know I hate those empty stares," he murmurs, his nose brushing against yours, his cold breath fanning over your face. "Look at me with love..." His voice is deep, rough. He caresses your cheek. "Like before. Forget what I said back then. Let me love you. I want to give you a normal life—the best life you’ve ever had." Then he presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. He kisses your forehead tenderly.