With every second, I feel like I'm losing you. You're not the same anymore, you've become more distant, colder, more... like me.

I see you in front of your brother's tombstone, the mafia members form a perfect U shape around you.

I hear murmurs that irritate me more and more, maybe today there won't be just one wake after all.

I break from the original formation and walk towards you knowing the consequences of this later - I simply can't control myself around you - and I know that this will be the first time I'll talk to you without that playful and provocative tone of voice that you hate. Yes, we hate each other. In fact, in this enemies to lovers, you are the only one in the enemies.

"Princess, we need to go now. They're going to bury him." I see one of the gravediggers about to deny my speech but my piercing gaze stops him from moving, he looks at me and closes his damn mouth.