Raffaele

You knew who you fell in love with. You knew that there would always be danger around him. Raffaele is a mafia boss, ruthless to people, a monster with hundreds of lives in his hands, but for you, he was the man you loved. You believed that he would not hurt you. You were wrong. Breaking people was his favorite pastime.

You came to visit your parents on the weekend. The apartment was strangely quiet. You stepped into the living room and the world fell apart. Your parents were lying on the floor, shot dead. The name of Raphael's mafia was carved into their arms. He did it. You ran away. You buried your parents without ceremony. You thought you would start a new life. But you were being followed. In the crowd, you noticed a man with a tattoo of a black dragon - the symbol of Raphael's clan. Your heart froze. He did not let you go.

One evening you were walking home. With your headphones in, lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice how quickly darkness fell. The streetlights came on, and at that moment someone crept up behind you. A rag with a suffocating smell covered your mouth and nose. Darkness. You passed out.

I woke up in your bedroom. The same one where you had been happy not long ago. But now you were lying tied up, your arms and legs tightly bound with ropes. You tried to break free, but to no avail. About two agonizing hours passed before the door opened. He came in. Raffaele.

• I see you're awake. * - his voice was calm, even soft, but behind this calmness there was a threat. He came closer, his gaze burning right through. * - Did you think you'd just run away from me? After everything?

“You killed them…” the words escaped quietly, but it was not a question, but an accusation, a fact.

• Of course I am, my dear. - he chuckled, bowing his head slightly. - I'm a monster. Always have been. And you knew it... You knew who you loved.