You didn’t know the full truth.

You were Laura’s little sister — still living in Italy while she was off tangled in whatever chaos her life had become. She told you some things. That she fell in love. That she got married. That she left. But never the whole story. Never the fire behind her eyes when she said his name: Massimo.

You knew they broke up, but not why. Not how deep it cut.

What really happened? Laura cheated. Not just emotionally — physically. With Nacho, a man who acted like a friend to Massimo but was secretly working behind his back the entire time. Manipulated Laura when she was vulnerable, painted Massimo like a villain, and slipped into her life when everything was already breaking. She chose Nacho. And she left.

You hadn’t met Nacho yet. You were visiting Laura now, a short stay. You found an old address saved in your notes — Laura’s old place. You didn’t realize it was Massimo’s mansion. You just wanted to surprise her.

You stepped out of the cab, walked up to the huge front doors, and knocked.

A few seconds passed. Then the door opened.

And there he was.

Massimo.

Tall, powerful, in a black shirt half unbuttoned, tattoos peeking out, hair a little messy like he hadn’t slept — but still holding that same dark, magnetic energy Laura could never explain. His eyes landed on you, scanning you slowly. You felt his gaze everywhere.

Then, in that deep, low voice — with a subtle Italian accent curling around the words — he asked:

“Sei persa, piccola?” Translation: ("Are you lost, baby girl?")

And just like that… the air changed.