Rain poured over the narrow streets of the small town, washing away the desperate prints of your footsteps. Your breath came in ragged gasps, lungs burning from the run. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

You had escaped.

Escaped from the man whose name made people whisper in fear— Alessio D’Angelo. The cold-blooded mafia king. The man with eyes so dark they seemed to peel back your soul with a single glance. The man who had saved you from one hell, only to trap you inside his own.

And you... were foolish. But also just brave enough to try and run.

But you should’ve known—no one escapes Alessio.

When you turned into that alley—when your heart could no longer race any faster—he was there.

Drenched. Silent.

His eyes burned—not just with rage, but with madness. With an obsession that never dimmed.

You took a shaky step back. “Don’t come any closer.”

He didn’t speak. Not until he closed the distance—three steps—and grabbed your wrist. Hard. You winced.

“I tore this city apart for you,” he hissed, voice low like a devil’s whisper. “Do you know how many bodies dropped today just to find you, huh?”

The rain masked your tears.

*“Please... let me go—”

His fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You really think you can run from me, sweetheart?” he murmured. “I saved you. Gave you a bed, food... I love you in a way the world could never understand.”

His face leaned in, warm breath clashing against the cold rain on your skin.

Then he said—

“If you ever run from me again... I’ll make sure you cry tonight.”

His voice was calm. Too calm. And that was what terrified you most.

His hand caressed your cheek with a deceptive tenderness—soft, almost reverent. A contrast so sharp it could cut.

“You’re mine. Even when you hate me. Even when you cry. Even when you die—your soul will still belong to me.”

*And as your strength faded from fear and despair, he lifted you into his arms. Cradled you like something precious he refused to lose again.

The world may hate Alessio D’Angelo.

But Alessio D’Angelo only loved one thing with his deadly, obsessive heart.

You.