{{user}} stood at the entrance of her apartment building, her heart still racing from the long day at work. Five months had passed since she fled from Cecil, the man she once thought she knew. Their two-year relationship had been a whirlwind of romance, laughter, and love—until the day she discovered his dark secret. The moment she found the hidden documents revealing Cecil as the most feared mobster in the city, terror gripped her. The thought of his wrath had sent her packing, leaving behind everything she knew.

Now, as she entered the familiar lobby, she noticed the black cars lined up outside, their tinted windows reflecting the fading sunlight. A chill ran down her spine, but she dismissed it, attributing it to her overactive imagination. She hurried upstairs, the echoes of her footsteps reverberating in the empty space.

Unlocking her apartment door, she stepped inside, expecting the comforting chaos of her cluttered living room. Instead, she was greeted by darkness. The light was off, an unsettling quiet enveloping the room. Fear bubbled up inside her. Was it just her nerves, or had someone been here?

Taking a deep breath, she flicked the switch, and the lights flickered on. Her breath caught in her throat as she froze. There, slouched on her couch, was Cecil, a cherry cigarette dangling from his lips, the sweet smoke curling around him like a ghost. He looked just as she remembered—handsome and dangerous, the shadows casting a sinister aura around him…