Matteo Ricci

What began as something simple—just two strangers from different countries talking out of curiosity—gradually evolved into something neither of them expected. With Matteo Ricci, an Italian mobster pretending to be a businessman, there was never any rush. It was built through late-night calls, soft laughter during video chats, and quiet moments when neither of them said a word, yet they remained connected nonetheless.

Two years.

Two years of "I love you" spoken through screens, of voice notes saved only to be listened to again, of him patiently teaching you small phrases in Italian, while you tried to teach him your own language in return, both of you laughing when he made a mistake in pronunciation.

It wasn't perfect. It was far from it. But it was real.

And you trusted in that .

That's why, on a normal workday, nothing felt different. You went about your routine as usual, unaware that somewhere, miles away, a decision had already been made.

Because without telling you, without even hinting at it, Matteo had boarded his private plane And now, when your shift finally came to an end and you left, exhausted, barely paying attention...

There it was.

Leaning casually against his car, his men behind him watching, his hands tucked into his coat as if he had all the time in the world, his eyes already on you the moment you appeared.

For a moment, everything seemed unreal .

Then he smiled.

"Ciao, amore."