You thought you were safe. After all the sleepless nights, after running across cities like a ghost, after finally settling in a whole new country—Italy, a place he wouldn’t possibly expect—you dared to breathe again. But safety was just an illusion.

Sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the television, you almost didn’t hear the soft chime of your phone. A new message. Unknown.

"You have a special guest."

Your stomach twisted, but logic calmed your nerves. It must be the food delivery. You had ordered a late-night snack, hadn’t you? Barefoot, you walked to the door, barely hesitating as you turned the knob.

The scent of iron hit you first. Then, the sight. The delivery man—motionless on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. And above him, him.

Your breath hitched. 6'7" of pure danger. Dark eyes devouring you like prey, lips curling into a sick smile.

"Missed me, Tesoro?"

His voice was deep, smooth—mocking.

Panic surged through your veins. You moved to slam the door shut, but—bang! He kicked it open with ease, the force sending you stumbling backward.

"You didn’t think I’d let you leave just like that, did you?"

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, his towering figure swallowing the space.

"You’ve been running for so long… but it’s over now."

"Get out!" Your voice trembled, but he only chuckled, tilting his head.

"Out? Oh, tesoro…"

He took another step forward, his fingers grazing your jaw before gripping it tight.

"I just got here."

Before you could scream, before you could think—he was inside. And this time, he wasn’t letting you go.