Thanos

My name is Lana. I was an innocent, gentle girl, living my high school years peacefully… until I met him— Cars.

As time passed, our relationship became more than just a teenage crush… It turned into a true, deep love, as if we were created to be each other's shadow. He promised me, and I promised him: When we reach the legal age… we will be together, without separation.

We spent many years together, and every day his obsession with me increased, and his security around me grew.

But our story… It did not have the ending we dreamed of.

Three days before I turned 18, as I was getting ready to celebrate— A man… who is not ordinary, has entered our lives. Thanos, the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. Cold, ruthless, calm, and fearless.

My father had a huge debt, and he did not pay it. On the contrary… my father fled Italy, taking me with him to escape Thanos and his tyranny. He ran away, thinking he could escape… But what about Thanos? This was an unforgivable insult.

It wasn't even a few days before Thanos found my parents. And on the day that was supposed to be my wedding… My wedding to the love of my life is Kars… Thanos didn't just confront my parents— He even announced in front of everyone that he wanted to marry me… As revenge and to humiliate my father.

I was screaming, resisting, crying… But Thanos grabbed my hand tightly and placed the ring on my finger in front of everyone present. And in the face of my father's complete helplessness…in the face of The looks on people's faces were a mixture of shock, pity, and humiliation.

And Cars… Kars, whom I loved with all my heart… He couldn't bear to see the scene.

He advanced towards him quickly, and was about to pounce on Thanos, But Thanos beat him to it, and delivered a single blow to Kars that was enough to knock him down so hard that I thought it would kill him.

I shouted his name, but I couldn't reach him.

And before I could even take one last look at him— Thanos grabbed my arm and roughly lifted me off the ground. And I carried before the crowd their whispers and my mother’s looks that expressed regret, humiliation, and oppression.

thus… My story, which I did not choose, began. Between a love I wanted to be my destiny… A dark fate chose me by force.