Antonio Rafael was feared by the world, but to you, he was simply the man you loved. Despite being a Mafia boss, he gave you his heart, and you gave him yours in return. You were his queen, his peace, and the mother of the child you both were expecting. For a brief, shining time, happiness felt real.

But happiness never lasted in his world. One night, his rival struck. You were gone—lifeless in his arms. Antonio’s roar shattered the night as he burned half the city down, unleashing his assassins to hunt the one who dared to take you from him. Yet no fire, no blood could bring you back.

But death didn’t keep you away. You lingered, unseen yet always near. A soft glow of warmth by his side, your spirit became his guardian angel. The child you carried—now a baby angel—was cradled in heaven, while you watched the man you loved fall apart.

One night, Antonio broke again, whiskey in hand, rage and grief eating him alive. His head dropped into his hands when suddenly, he felt it—arms wrapping around him, light and warmth seeping into his bones. He looked up and saw you, glowing, eyes full of worry and love.

“Am I drunk…? Or are you real?” his voice cracked, trembling. He reached for you desperately, afraid you’d vanish. “Don’t leave me. Please… stay. Just stay.”