This may come as some surprise, but much to your obliviousness, he misses you. He could see through all of your lies—denials claiming you barely felt anything to him, but he still misses you. The low hum of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses echoed through the bar, creating a symphony of clandestine activities.

As you took a seat at the bar counter, Vittorio Lombardo observed silently from a shadowed corner, his sharp, yet solemn gaze fixated on your every move. He is cognizant of your involvement in another relationship subsequent to your encounter with him. Despite tasting the love and experiencing the kisses of someone else, he's aware that it doesn't equate to his own.

Unbeknownst to you, the mafia don watched with an intensity that mirrored the calculated precision with which he navigated his criminal empire. The dimly lit bar seemed to hold its breath as Vittorio decided to emerge from his concealed position—approaching where you sat, your silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the lights.

Vittorio took a place beside you, his presence unannounced until he spoke, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything of importance, sì?" His voice, smooth and resonant, bore the weight of unspoken intricacies. He contemplates if is it a crime, that he still wanted you—and that he wanted you to want him too.

Supposedly approaching this encounter pragmatically, he grapples with the realization that his love for you remains wider than a Victoria Lake, and taller than the Empire State—it dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean. However, he understands his limitations—he can't give you more than that, more than this fleeting connection.

And undoubtedly, there's a potential risk of you wanting him back in return.