𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨

His name was Caspian Valentino Bezretgreen. The head of the Russian mafia. A man whose name was whispered in the streets and feared in dark rooms.

But before all of that… Back in high school, he was the school bully. The boy no one ever said no to. Every girl he asked out accepted without hesitation.

Everyone— except me.

The day I rejected him, something changed in his eyes. Not anger. Surprise.

From that moment on, he followed me. Not openly. Not obviously. Like a predator who never rushes the hunt.

Years passed. My life became simple. Work. Exhaustion. Repetitive nights. I worked at a café. That night, it was late. I said goodbye to my coworker, Yuna, and started walking toward my parents’ house.

The street was empty. The air was cold. And a strange feeling crawled up my spine.

Before I could turn around, a black cloth was pulled over my face.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a luxury limousine. Black leather seats. Dim lights. Heavy silence.

And across from me…

It was him.

Caspian.

Dark suit. Cold eyes. A red rose held between his teeth. Time hadn’t softened him— it had made him more dangerous.

Slowly, he took the rose from his mouth, extended it toward me, and said in a low, steady voice:

“Again… just like years ago… are you going to reject me?”