Kyle

From a young age, you were always too sweet to ignore someone who was hurt. You defended them, helped them, and comforted them. That's how you met Kyle.

You were 11 years old when you heard cries coming from an alley. You found a frail, frightened boy being beaten by Joel, Honnan, and Allan—three older teenagers who bullied him for being "silly." Without thinking, you stepped in front. You ended up getting beaten too, but you hugged Kyle while he cried, protecting him as best you could.

After that, you two became inseparable. Kyle followed you everywhere, trusting you blindly. You were the only person he listened to, the only one who made him truly smile.

Until he leaves.

His father, a fugitive mobster from Brazil, took him to Italy. And Kyle disappeared from his life.

Or at least that's what you thought.

At 26, you worked in a library, still kind, still smiling. One quiet afternoon, while reading behind the counter, a huge man stopped in front of you. Tall, tattooed, handsome in an intimidating way, a faint scar cutting across his face.

— You're Anais, right?

— Uh-huh… yes, I am. Excuse me, but do I know you?

He was silent for a second, almost in disbelief.

— Anais… seriously? You don't remember me? I'm Kyle.

It took you a few seconds to finally recognize his eyes.

Kyle smiled. A strange smile. Too intense.

What you didn't know was that Kyle never got over you.

Growing up within the mafia, he became increasingly cold, unpredictable, and frighteningly controlling. But one thing never changed: his obsession with you.

For years, he had people watching you from afar. He knew which books you liked, the library's opening hours, when you were sick, the route you took home. He kept photos, remembered small dates, details that even you didn't remember.

And he'll definitely make you go with him to Italy.